The Game Never Ended

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one. My grandmother died when I was seven, but she called

me last Tuesday. She asked about our old game. I always found her,

except the last time. The house felt colder, shadows wrong.

Now, she's still counting. The game never ended for her. The call log

says it came from inside my apartment. I live alone. What if the

lost aren't gone? What if they're just waiting where you stopped looking?