It was listening.
Meera wasn't generally afraid of the dark. She was thirty-four, not a child. But tonight, the silence was different. It wasn't peaceful. It was waiting .
Her mind raced. She could rush forward, slam the door shut, throw the locks again. But if they were strong, if they pushed back…
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