The Room

Content with the progress she made with moving into her new home, she decided to finally sit on her new chair in her new den to read a new book. She had dreamed of this moment for years; she wanted to buy a home and be queen of her own dwelling as far as she could recall. She felt fortunate to have the realtor she did, because this house exceeded anything she could have dreamed up for herself. Now that the unpacking was complete, the new furniture delivered and everything in its place, she was going to enjoy this new sanctuary she created for herself.

Feeling satisfied with herself, she walked barefoot across her new hardwood floors allowing her feet to feel every grain of the hardwood beneath her. Once in the den, she curled up in her oversized chair and opened the first page of her book. Shortly after she felt a strange feeling. It seemed as though someone was watching her. She looked up from her book and surveyed the room. Nothing seemed out of place, everything was light and bright just the way she intended. 

Assuming it was all good, she went back to reading. Suddenly, she felt that odd feeling again and a chill went down her spine, as is the case in situations like this. She decided to take a closer look at her surroundings and got up to walk through the room to see if perhaps there was someone outside the window. She found nothing and no one inside or outside her room, she decided that it was new house jitters and went back to reading her book. Just as the book started to get exciting, someone came from behind the newly added built-in bookshelf and snapped her neck. “Welcome home” said the deep baritone voice.