I Used AirBnB To Rent Out A Room For A Weekend, And Now Something Strange Is Going On In My House

This is a work of fiction.

I bit my lip and forced myself up and out of bed.

The rickety stairs took me to the huge wooden front door of my house and I tiptoed up to the door.

I literally jumped backwards when another flurry of knocks boomed against the heavy entrance.

“What do you want?” I screamed into the door.

I have to admit, I was deeply comforted when a woman’s soft voice trickled through the fibers of the door and into my frightened ears.

“I’m looking for Thom.”

My face and brain made the same utterly confounded movements. Who the hell would show up in the middle of the night looking for Thom? He hadn’t even rented my place in at least a month.

“He told me to come by tonight,” the woman’s voice went on.

“This isn’t his place,” I shot back. “He doesn’t even rent here anymore. I don’t know why he told you that, but no,” I said in a tone so stern it shocked even me.

“Oh, okay.”

I heard footsteps drift away upon the soggy hollow wood of my front porch.

I ran to the door and got up on my toes to peer through the little windows that lined the top of the door. Out the windows I saw the back of a woman who looked as tall as a WNBA player with a flowing mane of red-hair descend the steps of my front porch. I caught a slight glimpse of her face from a distance, before she dropped down into a sleek new car parked on the curb in front of my house. My brief glimpse led me to describing her as looking like a Game Of Thrones character – almost painfully slim with a tightened pale face, her shining red hair gave her a look of undeniable intensity.

I wouldn’t sleep the rest of the night.

I did some more investigating in my closet at first light. The carving I saw was still there, etched in horror, the words stared back at me before I conducted a thorough search of the rest of the closet that was about four by eight feet and completely cluttered with my clothes and shoes.

My search turned up nothing sinister, but did lead to me reuniting with one of my favorite pairs of jeans that was wedged beneath a box that contained a broken space heater. I decided to throw them on when I realized that I was just about late for work.

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