the back of the photo says: “she wanted to stay. you wanted to leave. we listened to you.”
no one was there.
the kitchen clock stopped at 3:17 again. same as yesterday. same as last week.
i found a box in the attic labeled “don’t open until i’m gone.” inside: a photo of me. age 7. except i never stood in front of that fireplace. and i never had a twin. grandmas house part 5
but i don’t remember closing them.
grandma’s rocking chair was moving when i came downstairs. slow. gentle. like someone had just stood up. the back of the photo says: “she wanted to stay
i’m not alone here. i never was. Want me to turn this into a fake Reddit nosleep post or a tweet thread instead?