The silence of the night is suffocating.

The silence of the night is suffocating.
Something is scratching the inside of the pantry door right now.
The sound of fingernails dragging across the window pane.
I heard a key turning in the front lock, but no one is there.
Something is dripping onto the floorboards right beside me.
The window glass is covered in a greasy smear shaped like a spine.
The house feels cold, even though the thermostat says 80 degrees.
The shadow of the tree reaches all the way to my feet.
Something is scratching the inside of the wall.
The afternoon light is cast at an angle that shouldn't be possible.
Don't answer the landline if it rings three times.
The mirror showed a figure walking toward me as I backed away.
A faint smell of rot from the air conditioner.
A pale silhouette passed by the kitchen window.
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"The Clicking in the Attic: A Legacy of Blue Thread"
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The closet door opened all the way by itself.
I heard a metallic scrape from the kitchen drawers.
Something is tapping the rhythm of my heartbeat on the window.
The back door was unlocked when I came back from the garden.