Post 4 – “The Voice in the Corridor”
Post 4 – “The Voice in the Corridor”
It called my name tonight.
Whispered.
Soft. Familiar.
It came from the hallway, right where the door used to be.
I told myself not to answer. I buried my face in the pillow and waited for it to stop.
But the whisper became a word.
Then a sentence.
Then a laugh that sounded like my father.
The air turned colder than I’ve ever felt.
And for the first time, I understood something:
the door never disappeared.
It just moved closer.
by Cristina Davenport
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