I work for a power company. One night, a frantic woman approached me, saying, “The power is out, and I can’t find my son ever since he went down to the basement.” When I followed her and entered her house, she vanished.
I started calling for help until a man showed up. As I explained, he gave me a cold stare and said, “20 years ago, a mother and her son died in this house.” I’m still shook to this day.
I wasn’t supposed to be home until Friday. The calendar on our fridge still had my flights circled in blue, a little airplane doodled by Sonya’s hand….
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I knew something was wrong the second I heard Ezra’s voice. It sounded far away, like he was calling through fog. “Please… just come,” he said, and…
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