Whispers from Behind the Door

Ever felt truly alone, yet absolutely *watched*? My old house always creaks,

normal. But tonight, it’s a different kind of silence. Heavy.

Expectant. I was grabbing water when I saw it. A dark shape, not quite human,

pressing against the bottom of my closed bedroom door. Then, a faint,

ragged whisper. From *inside* my locked room. It spoke my name. But I live alone.

And I always lock that door… from the *outside*.