The New Homeowner – Two Weeks Later

18 days ago
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The house is wrong.

At night, my reflection in the mirror lags behind me, like it’s reluctant to follow. I covered one mirror with a sheet; in the morning, the sheet was gone.

Last night, I dreamed I was buried alive. I woke gasping, clawing at my mattress like it was dirt. My fingernails were packed with soil. Real soil.

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