This Photo Shouldn't Exist

This photo proved my parents were lying. I found it buried in a

dust-covered box under the stairs while cleaning. The image was old,

faded at the edges, but perfectly clear in the middle. It showed our

hallway... but the heavy wooden door was unlocked. And there was

someone standing right there. A boy. About my age. I showed it

to my mum and asked who he was. She went completely quiet.

We don't talk about him. Who is he? And why was he in our

house?