Driving down an empty desert highway at 2 AM, I noticed a hitchhiker standing under a flickering streetlight. In my rearview mirror, he was running on all fours keeping pace with my car. 🚗
I found my grandmother's old leather journal in the dusty attic and began flipping through the yellowed pages. The final entry was written in fresh blue ink and dated for tomorrow. 📖
I thought the gentle rhythmic sound coming from my closet was just wind blowing through an open draft. Then the rhythm paused and took a deep, shivering breath. 🚪
