Homecoming
You tell yourself it’s nothing—the old lock, the draft, your nerves. Then the door unlocks again, slow and sure, like someone who knows you live alone.
By AarishPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Keagan Henman on Unsplash
The door unlocks twice.
I live here alone tonight.
Keys jingle softly.
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Comments (3)
This is so chilling in its simplicity.
Ahh, the last line gave me the chills. Creepy!
Suspenseful!