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Sample

Ah, there you are, my beloved reader. I trust you’re sitting comfortably, for tonight promises much.”

Guests! Ah, yes, those familiar, friendly faces who knock at the door with the intention of sharing a moment with us. But what about the kind of guest who doesn’t bother with such formalities? The kind who simply arrives uninvited, takes up space in your life, and has no intention of leaving, no matter how much you want them to.

Now, some guests come and go. They bring a certain warmth, perhaps a bit of discomfort, but nothing too alarming. But when the guest takes root—settles in the corners of your home, making themselves too comfortable—well, that’s when things get… unpleasant.

Imagine, for a moment, a guest who lingers far too long, whose presence you can’t shake, whose quiet whispers fill the empty spaces of your mind. And no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you beg, they won’t leave. They’re not in a hurry. And suddenly, your home isn’t yours anymore.

So, dear reader, prepare yourself. Tonight, we meet a guest like no other. One who won’t explain himself, and worse—one who won’t go. How polite of them, don’t you think?

Let us embark on tonight’s tale: The Reluctant Host

The Reluctant Host

The doorbell rang at exactly 3:47 PM. Just like that—sharp, insistent, with a sound that seemed to echo longer than it should. The first time she’d heard it, Kiera had assumed it was a mistake, a trick of the wind or the house settling. But when it rang again, just as loud, just as piercing, she got up to answer it.

Standing on the doorstep was a man she didn’t recognize. He wore a faded brown coat that looked like it had seen better years, his shoes scuffed and worn. But his face was what caught her attention. Not in an alarming way—nothing menacing or overtly strange—but in a way that made her look twice, then look again.

He smiled as though he’d been expecting her.

“Good afternoon,” he said. “I’ve come to stay.”

Kiera blinked, confusion knitting her brow. “Excuse me?”

The man tilted his head slightly. His eyes didn’t quite focus on her in the way they should have. “I’ve come to stay. I’ll be inside for a while. I’ll keep to myself.”

There was a pause, a moment where the weight of his words sank in. Then, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, he stepped past her, into the house.

She stood there, still in the doorway, staring after him as he moved further inside without waiting for an invitation. She could feel the cool draft of his presence filling the room.

“Who are you?” she asked, though she knew the question was futile. His presence felt too solid, too real to be questioned away, but still, she had to ask.

He paused in the hallway, his hand brushing against the edge of a table, and smiled again. “I’m nobody, really. Just a traveler. Someone passing through.”

Kiera stood frozen for a long moment, unsure what to do. She had been living alone in the house for months now, the quiet of the space both a comfort and a solitude she’d grown used to. But the presence of this man, so unexpected and so familiar, unsettled something deep within her. He wasn’t… he wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Look,” she began, finally stepping inside, closing the door behind her. “I’m sorry, but I think there’s been some mistake. You can’t just come in like that. I don’t know you.”

The man turned to face her, his expression serene. “You’re right. I’m not supposed to be here, and I’m sorry for that.” His voice was almost… too calm. It shouldn’t have been that calm. “But I am here, and I’d like to stay.”

Kiera opened her mouth to protest, but the words tangled in her throat, stifled by the quiet conviction in his voice. The man, still standing motionless by the hall, somehow seemed to belong there. As if he had always been there, and she had only just now noticed him.

“I don’t understand.” Kiera’s voice trembled despite her best effort to remain steady. “What do you mean? Why are you here?”

The man lowered his gaze, as though searching for the right words, then looked back at her, his expression softening. “I’m not here to make trouble, I promise. I just need to be here for a while. Just until… well, until the next thing. Until it’s time to leave.”

“But you’re not leaving,” she whispered, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

The man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze to the room behind her, as if inspecting it. Then he nodded. “I’ve found the place I need. Thank you for letting me in.”

Kiera’s skin crawled at the calmness of his tone, at the way he spoke as though the situation were entirely reasonable. As though everything about this was as ordinary as a friend visiting for tea.

“Who… who told you you could stay?” Her voice cracked on the last word. The panic had started to creep in. She could feel it now, like something was pressing in on the edges of her consciousness. Was this some sort of prank? Was she being watched? Her chest tightened.

The man smiled, that same gentle smile, as though there was nothing to fear. “Nobody told me,” he said. “I simply arrived. I had nowhere else to go.”

She stared at him, the words clanging in her mind. “What do you want?”

“I already told you,” he replied, his smile never wavering. “I’m staying. Just for a while. I’ll keep quiet. I’ll even help with the housework, if you like.” He gestured vaguely to the living room, as if it were a perfectly natural thing to offer. “I’m good with dusting.”

Kiera stepped back, her thoughts racing. This didn’t make sense. He was a stranger—she had no idea who he was, where he’d come from, or why he’d just appeared in her home. He couldn’t just stay here. She didn’t want him here.

But then a strange thought struck her: when had the house ever felt like hers?

The furniture, the walls—everything that had once felt comfortably hers now seemed to shift, a dull, relentless weight pressing down on her. The walls seemed to breathe, the shadows gathering in unnatural shapes. Time felt wrong. Had she really just stood there for minutes, or had it been longer? Hours? Her vision blurred briefly, and when it cleared, the room seemed subtly altered. The corner lamp was turned slightly to the left, the couch cushions in a different arrangement.

She turned her eyes back to the man, who was still standing in the same spot, as if waiting for permission to continue.

Her voice was a whisper when she spoke again. “Please… leave.”

But he simply shook his head, that serene smile still on his face. “No. I’m staying. You’ve let me in, after all.”

Kiera’s heart thudded in her chest, a sick realization creeping through her veins. She wanted to run—to scream, to lock herself in the bedroom, to call the police—but her feet were heavy, glued to the floor. She couldn’t move. The man had come in, yes, but what terrified her more was the thought that maybe—just maybe—she had let him in. That somehow, her invitation had already been given, even if she hadn’t known it.

Her head spun. She should have called someone—anyone—but as she glanced at the phone on the counter, it no longer seemed to exist. The room had gone unnervingly quiet. The house, which had once felt like an empty shell she could control, was now breathing with him in it. The walls pulsed. The shadows stretched, more alive than before.

And then, as though she had woken from a nightmare, the house felt… fuller. The man wasn’t the only presence in the room anymore. She could feel the others—the ones waiting in the corners, hiding in the shadows. She could hear their whispers, faint, like voices carried on the wind. The air felt thicker, charged with something she couldn’t name.

“How long have you been waiting?” she whispered, but the man didn’t answer. He simply stared, as though the question had never been asked.

With sudden clarity, Kiera realized the most terrifying truth: she had never been alone. The man had always been here. He had always been a part of this house, waiting for her to let him in.

And now that he was inside, there was no leaving. Not for her. Not for either of them.