it learned my routine

Sun, 25 Jan 2026 11:05:18 +0000

Everyone says the house has been empty for years.
No lights. No voices. No footprints in the dust.
But every night, someone stands across the road and looks at it—
as if waiting for permission to go back inside.
I only went there once.
I left before dark.
I made sure the door was locked.
And I keep telling myself the same thing every night:
It didn’t follow me home