The First Night in the New Room

April 14, 2026

by Dominic

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (165 words)

"It was my first evening in the relocated bedroom. The move from the rear of the house to the front was meant to be a fresh start, a quiet change. My old space had been shadowed by tall trees whose limbs would often scrape against the glass. I was drifting into a deep sleep when […]"

It was my first evening in the relocated bedroom. The move from the rear of the house to the front was meant to be a fresh start, a quiet change. My old space had been shadowed by tall trees whose limbs would often scrape against the glass.

I was drifting into a deep sleep when a sound pulled me back. The clock showed it was nearly four in the morning. A harsh, grating noise was coming from the window. For a moment, I felt a familiar dread, but I brushed it aside. Then I remembered a crucial fact: there were no trees out front. Nothing that could possibly make such a sound.

My breath caught. This was happening again, a dreadful replay of past terrors I had tried to leave behind. A cold fear settled in my chest. I told myself it was just the house settling, or perhaps the wind playing tricks. I pulled the blanket over my head, hoping the noise would stop.

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