The Last Room

The Last Room Everyone avoided the abandoned house on Ridge Street. Not because it looked

dangerous—but because it looked lived in. When Noah stepped inside,

the door shut behind him with a soft click. The air was warm, heavy,

like a breath held too long. Dust covered the furniture, except for a single

chair facing the hallway. Upstairs, a door was open. He climbed the stairs,

each step creaking like a warning. The room at the end was empty—no bed,

no window, no furniture. Just a mirror on the wall. Noah stepped closer.

The reflection smiled before he did. Behind him, the door slammed shut.