The.uninvited

But you do not owe hospitality to a haunting.

So, I did something that felt ridiculous at 4:00 AM. I walked into the spare bedroom, looked at the empty rocking chair (which, for the record, I still cannot explain), and I said out loud: the.uninvited

The chair hasn’t moved since. The.uninvited will always try the handle. That is its nature. It is the shadow in the peripheral, the strange noise in the attic, the email you were dreading. But you do not owe hospitality to a haunting

The.uninvited had made itself comfortable. Here is the lie we tell ourselves: A home is a fortress. for the record

But here is the secret I learned: