Back at his apartment, Mike couldn't stop thinking about the letter, about the house. Destroying it seemed like an extreme measure, but if Abraham Dunn had believed it was the only way to end the haunting, then maybe he was right.
The haunting was growing worse with each passing day. The shadows, the voices—they were no longer confined to the night or to moments of sleep paralysis. They were everywhere now, seeping into every corner of his life, blurring the lines between reality and nightmare.
He needed to act.
But as the hours passed, doubt gnawed at him. What if destroying the house didn't work? What if the haunting was something else, something that couldn't be stopped?
The shadows seemed to follow him wherever he went. Even in the daylight, he could feel them watching, waiting for the next moment to strike.
"It's in your blood, Mike."
The voice whispered in his ear, so close it felt like someone was standing right behind him. Mike whipped around, but no one was there—just the familiar flicker of movement in the shadows.
He was losing control.
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The Inheritance
Short StoryMike Harris thought his struggle with anxiety and sleep disturbances was behind him, but when the terrifying episodes of sleep paralysis return, they bring something darker-a presence lurking in the shadows, watching, waiting. As the haunting vision...
