“Did you move anything in my room?” Lily called down the stairs to her mother who was unpacking the cooler in the kitchen.
“What? You know I never go into your room. Anyway, we were all at the cabin together. No one was here at the house. Hey, give me a hand with dinner when you’ve finished unpacking.”
“Okay Mom, but something feels different here,” Lily said as she looked around at her bed, desk, dresser and the pillows piled in the window seat. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something had changed. Through her open closet door she saw the same pile of shoes and junk on the closet floor. The same old stack of books was on the floor next to her bed. She didn’t remember her reading pillow being that shade of purple. What about the ceiling light? Was it always so bright? She turned it off and squinted into the room again. Even though it was still light out, she walked over to the other side of the bed and turned on the floor lamp. The florescent bulb glowed on and off and on again. That’s weird, she thought. The room felt hot and stuffy so she opened a window.
As she sat on the bed and unpacked her backpack, she heard something rustling in her closet. She looked over in time to see a box of gloves tumble off the top shelf. Probably just ready to fall. Probably just the breeze, she thought. But after a minute, she got up and ran out of the room. She took the stairs two at a time.
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You always do a terrific job infusing an ordinary situation with a sense of uneasiness & doom - and this is no exception! Very creepy. And just great!
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