The second time, she thought it was her imagination.
It opened its mouth.
The third time, she knew something else was in the house with her. 003 stranger things
“You found a 003,” he said. “Third kind. Not ghost. Not demon. Something else. The stranger things.” The second time, she thought it was her imagination
She hung up. Turned off her phone. Sat in the dark kitchen with Schrödinger on her lap, listening to the house settle. The wind outside. The hum of the refrigerator. The slow, wet breathing from the hallway closet. The second time
On the third night, she set up her phone to record the hallway.