

The Red Room


Ever since I moved into this house, things had been… strange. It wasn’t the creaky floors or the drafty windows; those were easy enough to ignore. It wasn’t the odd noises that came from the walls at night—scratching and shuffling, like something was just out of sight. No, it was the room. It started when I found the key. I’d been cleaning out the attic one rainy afternoon when I stumbled across an