An Empty House
Michael had a spare key his mother had given him, so he let himself in without knocking. “Mom, it’s me!” he called, expecting to hear her usual cheerful response. But the house was quiet—too quiet. The lights were still on, and the front door was unlocked, yet there was no sign of her.
He wandered from room to room, growing more uneasy with each step. “Is anyone here?” he asked again, his voice echoing in the silence. Just as he was about to give up, something unusual caught his eye. What he saw next made his stomach drop and sent chills down his spine.
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