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The house was still. The air serene and unmoving, the only breeze you felt around your home was when you shut pantry doors. Occasionally, planks would creak to be the only noise heard around the place as you lived there as the only soul present. As a young teacher fresh out of college, it was odd that you lived alone and you weren't afraid of living alone. That was of course if you turned on all the lights when night fell and cooked dinner early. That way, you could retire up to the haven you called your bedroom and relax without a care in the world curled up with your favorite book. Your nightly routine you anticipated did not go the way as planned, however, but was interrupted by the obnoxious buzzing your phone made as it vibrated against your nightstand.
Setting down your novel you had your nose in just a moment ago, you rolled over on your mattress to the device with a huff. You outstretched your hand and grabbed your phone, wonderi