That was odd. Her mother always shut the door before leaving for trips, a habit sheβd had for as long as Jenna could remember. At first, Jenna brushed it off. Maybe the wind had nudged it open before she left. Maybe she had imagined it. But the feeling of unease didnβt fade. Hours passed, and night settled in. Jenna curled deeper into the couch, trying to ignore the way the house seemed to creak more than usual. She turned up the volume on her phone, scrolling through videos, hoping to drown out the silence. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned her head toward the hallway. The door to her motherβs room was open wider now. Had it been like that before? A cold shiver crawled down her spine. She swallowed, gripping her phone tightly. Calm down. Itβs nothing. But the growing dread in her chest told her otherwise.
