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The House That Listens
horror◐ Teen5 contributors · 3 paragraphs deep
I decided we should just leave. I started packing the car that same night. But every time I said the word "go" out loud, the front door swung shut on its own. By the third time, I stopped saying it. And that, I realized too late, was exactly how it started for everyone else.
I stopped saying "go," but I could still write it. I texted Mara from the driveway: GET OUT NOW. She came running with two bags, and we threw them in the car. The door tried to slam a fourth time, but we were already on the road, mouths shut tight until the house was miles behind us.
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