Behind me, just over my shoulder, something was peeking out from the hallway. A shape. Small. Pale. Like a hand curling around the doorframe.
I live alone.
I zoomed in until the image pixelated—but it didn’t go away. My stomach twisted. I turned slowly in my seat, heart thudding like I’d just sprinted up the stairs. The hallway was empty. The door was closed. Nothing out of place… that I could see.
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