House of Horrors Part 1
Dima’s eyes suddenly gleamed in the dim yellow light as she answered bluntly: **Dima:** Asleep.
Amal lowered her gaze for a moment, then raised it again, speaking slowly: **Amal:** Do you need anything?
A pale, cold smile spread across Dima’s face, stripped of all warmth: **Dima:** No… I was just going to the bathroom. She paused, deliberately leaving a heavy silence in the air, then moved closer to Amal, her gaze locked on hers with an unsettling intensity that shook her. Amal swallowed hard, fidgeting nervously with her hands, then muttered, "Very well..." But her heart was racing, for she sensed that behind Dima's calm answers lay something hidden—something darker than a simple trip to th