The silence after his outburst was sharp enough to cut.Chris stared at him for a long time, then slowly nodded. “Okay. Then prove it.”August blinked. “What?”Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver key. “Here. The spare. Take it back.”August stared at it. The key glinted under the ceiling light.He took it.His hands were shaking.“I’ve never used it,” Chris said. “I wouldn’t even come in if you were asleep, and you know that.”August did know. Deep down, he did.But fear had a way of blurring lines between memory and paranoia.“I’m sorry,” he whispered.Chris nodded once. “I get it.”That night, Ash stayed over. They took turns staying awake, watching the door, the windows, the hallway.“I keep thinking it’s over,” August said softly around 3 a.m., curled under a blanket on the couch. “Then he finds a new way to crawl back.”Ash didn’t answer right away. He sat on the floor beside the couch, head resting against the armrest.“I don’t think he ever left,” Ash fi
Last Updated : 2025-07-26 Read more