Epilogue.
November 16, 2023 at 12:12 PM
— ...doing anything after work?
No. But for a creepy stalker, definitely.
— No, of course not, wanna hang out? — you frown in a frenzy from your own words.
Before you can take them back, the man gives you an approving smile and disappears from sight.
And meets you after work.
And you can't say no anymore.
Your own tongue does not obey again — as if playing along with the one you are trying to avoid.
And now you're inviting a stranger to your place.
And now you're standing at the front door.
— Here we are, — you sigh convulsively and look around. But don't find anyone around.
It's even better this way. It's not that you're eager to receive unwanted guests. Especially after the shift.
You go in, double-checking that you've locked all the locks.
You undress and have a hasty snack, in a hurry to fall asleep.
You walk into a dark bedroom, noting the sickening smell of decay.
And you reach for the switch, turning on the light.
Immediately backing off — not only because the bed is soaked with crimson liquid, but also because this is not your bedroom.
— Are you going to bed already?
