You lock all the doors day or night. You tell yourself and others it’s so no person can break in, but you know you’re protecting yourself from something much worse.
The house ghost watches you from the top of the stairs, disappearing when you look in it’s direction.
You thought you shut the basement door, but it’s always open when you walk by again.
Your dog stares down the hallway and whines at nothing.
You know there’s something.
You go down to the basement to get something. There’s a being at the end of the hall. You are paralyzed. Its eyes stare into your soul as it approaches you. When it gets close it disappears.
You feel different and go back upstairs without grabbing your item.
You don’t even bother shutting the basement door.
There’s blood on the kitchen counter. You ignore it.
Suddenly it’s dark out. How long were you in the basement?
You close the curtains and blinds, knowing they don’t stop anything that truly wants to see inside.
The front door isn’t locked anymore.
Your favorite show goes to commercial, so you go to the kitchen to grab a drink. You come back to the TV playing static. The channel hasn’t changed. You sit and watch anyway.
The being from the basement has replaced the house ghost’s spot at the top of the stairs. It doesn’t let you go.
There’s a knock on the door. You realize every door was knocked on at the same time.
You haven’t seen your dog in a few hours, but you hear it whining from a location you can’t get to.
Your family member gets back home, they look different from when they left. An entirely new face.
They shut the basement door.
The dog greets them, tail wagging.
The kitchen counter is blood free.
“Why are the curtains closed?”
They open them. Sunlight pours in.
It’s the middle of the day.
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