The Midnight Marble

March 6, 2026

by Odessa

Our new home in a quiet town by the river was supposed to be a fresh start. The old house had a friendly look, and we knew nothing of its history.

One evening, a loud clatter woke the whole family. We rushed into the hall to find my favorite marble, a heavy glass sphere, rolling in slow circles on the kitchen floor. It had been on my nightstand when I went to sleep. My room was on the second floor, far from the stairs.

Both of our dogs were sleeping soundly in the living room, their gate still latched. My bedroom door had been closed all night. We searched the whole house but found no reason for the marble’s journey.

We lived there for many years, but we never understood how the marble traveled that night.

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