Keys jingle in the lock and the door swings open. Empty walls and empty rooms, waiting to be filled. An air mattress to sleep on until the moving truck arrives. Every creak of floorboards echoes through halls. Welcome home.
It wasn’t until after moving she heard the rumors. Untimely deaths, mysterious disappearances. The house had sold three times in the last two years. She heard something fall and a shrill cry upstairs. She rushed to check on the children. A pale woman stood before her. She looked through her, “I couldn’t stop him.” she sobbed. But when she hit the lights, nothing was there.