He took a deep breath. Then he spoke slowly, every word clear—and that was when the cold seeped into my bones. “Listen to me. Do not open the door tonight. Do not turn off the lights. And if someone calls you… don’t answer.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “What is this? What kind of joke is this?”
“I’m not joking.” His voice wasn’t angry. Not annoyed. It was fear. Raw, exposed, unhidden fear.
“Did something happen?” I asked.
He didn’t answer right away. I heard a strange sound on the line. Like a horn. Distant. Then getting closer.
“I’m on my way home,” he said, “but you have to follow me. If someone knocks, do not—under any circumstances—open the door. No matter what they say.”
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