Even so, I felt compelled to search the house for something. I turned on every light switch as I walked, alert. My heart thundering against my chest.
"This is definitely in my head. It’s just stress and trauma."
Above me, the bulbs began to flicker. One, two, three.
They went out, came back on a second time. Then left the house in complete funeral darkness again.
Right. That definitely wasn’t just happening in my head anymore.
In a hurry, I shoved my hands into my pockets and pulled out my phone. I turned on the flashlight, lighting the path ahead down the hallway. My grandmother’s skeletons were hanging right beside me and looked much more terrifying in the dark. As if the cavities in their skulls had eyes, following my every step.
I ignored the feeling. Looking straight ahead.
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