Chilling Vibes at My Friend's Place

I’m at my friend’s place, right, and the vibes are off immediately.

The hallway is too long. The air is cold for no reason. I sit down and the

walls start popping like knuckles. I’m like, “Cool, the house is stretching.”

Then I hear a whisper—turns out it’s the vents—but my soul already left. My friend casually

goes, “Oh yeah stuff moves sometimes.” A picture frame tilts on its own and everyone

keeps eating pizza. I’m sweating, pretending I’m brave, jump-cutting my thoughts like,

“Don’t panic, don’t panic.” Night comes, the stairs creak, and I’m sleeping

with one eye open like a security camera.