Another evening, he muttered something while absently twisting the silver ring on his finger.
“Don’t believe everything you see,” he said softly.
And once, as I was closing the curtains for the night, he whispered from his chair: “Be careful of what hides in the corners.”
Those words chilled me more than I cared to admit.
He kept glancing at the same antique cabinet in the corner of the room—an old, locked piece of furniture with carved feet and worn handles. It had always been there, just background, until now.
But now, it felt like it was watching me too.
