The Voicemail
The first voicemail arrived while I was brushing my teeth. I almost deleted it without listening. The number was mine. Not a number that looked similar to mine. Not a spoofed number with one digit changed. My exact phone number.…
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The Woman in Room 808
The elevator stopped at the eighth floor even though nobody had pressed the button. I was alone inside. At least, I thought I was. The doors opened slowly. The hallway outside was dark except for a single yellow light flickering…