The blink wasn’t a glitch. It was a stare. One second we were on vacation, the next we were prey. The room shrank, the air thickened, and every shadow felt scripted. This wasn’t a bad feeling or a quirky host. It was deliberate. Hidden. Watching. And when I finally climbed up to the smoke detector and opened it, our enti… Continues…
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