Wddm May 2026

I sat on the floor, back against the wall, listening. The wind played a low, unkind note through the chimney. And then — click. The last light died.

By the time the figure inside thought to look out the window, I was already three houses down, moving steady as a tide. I sat on the floor, back against the wall, listening

The creak paused, as if confused.

Silence. Then the smallest sound: a creak on the stairs that did not belong to the house. I sat on the floor