Intrusion 3 Site

But the third? The third knew my name.

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. intrusion 3

It didn’t break the window. It didn’t kick the door. That would have been a relief. But the third

I live alone. And my name is not Sarah.