Unauthorized Entry

Squeeeak...

The sound of hinges whose lubrication had been worn away by moisture.

Feeling a chill at the ominous sound, as if I were in an abandoned house, I sleepily sat up.

“What the...?”

The sliding door leading to the living room stood open.

And standing motionless in the middle of it was a slender black figure with long hair.

My heart pounded as I stared at the figure silhouetted in the faint moonlight.

“.... What is it...?”

Already terrified, I jolted fully awake when the black figure approached with measured footsteps.

“Oh, shit...”...