Then, the worst part: he didn’t enter. He simply slid a single piece of paper under the crack of the door. I watched the white rectangle slide across the moonlight like a tongue.
The third intrusion came at 3:17 AM, not with a crash, but with the soft click of a key that shouldn’t have worked. I lay frozen, listening to the floorboards in the hallway confess their secrets one by one. Creak. Pause. Creak. intrusion 3
I heard him stop outside my bedroom door. Not at the lock. Just… there. The silence that followed was heavier than footsteps. It was the silence of someone reading a sign. Here lies the sleeper. Then, the worst part: he didn’t enter