Anna reached the top step.
The hallway felt colder than downstairs, as if the temperature dropped for no reason.
The guest room door stood slightly ajar — just enough to show a narrow strip of light.
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Her fingers trembled as she pushed it open a little wider.
The room looked normal at first glance.
Bed neatly made.
Curtains pulled open.
Nothing out of place.
Except the lamp on the nightstand… gently flickering.
And something else.
A book lay open in the middle of the floor.
A book Anna hadn’t touched in months.
She stepped closer, a chill moving down her spine.
The book was open to a page she didn’t remember stopping at.
Almost like someone else had been reading it.
But then she noticed something that made her heart skip — not from fear, but confusion.
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