They Flew in 50 of the World’s Top Specialists to Save the Billionaire’s Dying Daughter, and Every Single One of Them Failed Because They Were Too Busy Looking at Charts to Look at the Walls, So I—The Invisible Janitor’s Son—Had to Risk Jail Time, My Father’s Job, and My Own Life to Break Into Her Quarantine Room and Prove That the Thing Killing Her Wasn’t a Disease, It Was the House Itself.
PART 1: THE INVISIBLE GHOSTS OF BLACKWOOD MANOR I wasn’t supposed to be there. That was the first rule my dad gave me when he got the job as the head custodian at the Blackwood Estate: “Be invisible, Leo. They don’t pay us to be seen; they pay us to clean up the mess they…