The.uninvited -

We are taught to be good hosts. To offer a drink. To make space.

When I opened the door, the chair was still. The air was 72 degrees. But my breath fogged in front of my face. the.uninvited

But no one ever talks about the.uninvited . You don’t invite the.uninvited. That’s the point. We are taught to be good hosts

The.uninvited had made itself comfortable. Here is the lie we tell ourselves: A home is a fortress. When I opened the door, the chair was still

“You are not welcome here. This is my Tuesday. This is my silence. Leave the way you came.”

It hates an audience. Have you ever felt an unwelcome presence—physical, emotional, or spectral—in your own home? Tell me about it in the comments. Let’s leave the lights on together. Stay curious. Stay skeptical. And lock your spare room.

There is a specific kind of cold that has nothing to do with winter.