Then, the worst part: he didn’t enter. He simply slid a single piece of paper under the crack of the door. I watched the white rectangle slide across the moonlight like a tongue.
It didn’t break the window. It didn’t kick the door. That would have been a relief. intrusion 3
I heard him stop outside my bedroom door. Not at the lock. Just… there. The silence that followed was heavier than footsteps. It was the silence of someone reading a sign. Here lies the sleeper. Then, the worst part: he didn’t enter
When I finally dared to read it, there was no threat. No ransom. Just a single, handwritten line: intrusion 3
This was different from the first two.