Moira sat on the floor in the middle of the room with her legs curled up beneath her, her body all but swallowed up by baggy blue shorts and an oversized gray sweatshirt. She stared down at the notebook open in her lap. Nestled between the pages was a single Polaroid photograph, giving off a shine in the lamplight. Moira ran a shaking thumb along the photo's edge, back and forth, over and over, rubbing it soft and frayed.
She wasn't crying, but not because she didn't want to.
She wasn't moving, but she knew she'd have to soon.
She sat there for a long time. Then she closed the notebook and hid it where she always did. She turned to face the door. She walked toward it with stumbling steps, but instead of reaching for the handle, she stretched her hand out for something else. A soft sound came from behind her, and she turned.
A moment later she was gone. The house was still and silent. Until downstairs an old man started screaming.
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Solid Walls
Mystery / ThrillerA HAUNTED HOUSE MYSTERY about isolation and friendship. Willa O'Keefe can't leave her room. Every time she tries, her body loses mass, and she begins to turn to dust. Her family has called everyone from doctors to exorcists, but no one can figure o...
