The woman felt a sense of foreboding as she walked up the stairs to the room at the end of the hall. Her husband had told her not to go inside, but she couldn't help herself. She had to know what was inside. As she reached the door, she could hear a voice coming from inside the room. It was a deep, guttural voice, and it sounded like it was chanting something. She couldn't make out the words, but the tone was clear. It was a voice of evil. She hesitated for a moment, before finally summoning the courage to push open the door. As she entered the room, she saw her husband standing in the center of the room, surrounded by candles. In front of him was a large book, open to a page with strange symbols on it. He was chanting something in a language she didn't recognize, and she could see the sweat on his brow. She knew he entered the other dimension. She watched as he continued to chant, not knowing what to do. She was scared, but she couldn't leave him. She loved him too much. Suddenly, he stopped chanting and looked at her. His eyes were black, and she could see the evil inside him. He raised his hand, and she felt a force push her back. She hit the wall hard, and she felt something inside her break. She collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. She knew she was dying. She could see her husband walking towards her, and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him. She closed her eyes and prayed for a quick death. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and she screamed. She opened her eyes and saw her husband standing over her, a bloody knife in his hand. She tried to fight, but she was weak. He stabbed her again and again, until she was nothing but a bloody mess on the floor. He looked down at her with cold, black eyes, and she knew she had made a mistake. She should have never come into this room.