It was supposed to be just another quiet evening, the kind where the hum of the refrigerator and the flicker of the TV are the loudest things in the house, but when that first sickly-sweet odor crept into his living room, curling under doors and seeping through vents like a living thing, everything changed. The smell grew heavier, clinging to curtains, settling into cushions, turning each breath into a question he didn’t want to answer, until finally, with a trembling hand and a racing heart, he followed it to the wall that would ruin everything he thought he knew about his home… Continues…
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