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.

The search led to a porn-y site that cued up a video in the middle of the screen and started bogging down my computer, making everything slow. The sound of footsteps approaching from the hall next to my desk rattled over the sound of my computer chugging out deep breaths as if it was finishing a marathon.

I tried to close my browser as the footsteps got closer, but I couldn’t, the video fired up and immediately appeared to be a trailer for some kind of porn movie.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I whispered.

The video finally starting playing and the first frame nearly stopped my heart… it was the outside of my bedroom closet door.

“What the fuck?” I muttered to myself louder than I had planned.

The footsteps stopped in the hallway and a face popped out from the walkway in front of me and just to the right of my desk.

“What’s going on?”

The annoying face of Jeremy Hawes shouted out, making me jump up in seat and clutch my chest before I scrambled to close the browser on desktop and knocked a cup of water all over my desk.

“Oh, sorry,” Jeremy apologized, dropped his head and slunk off, luckily never seeming to grab a glimpse of my screen.

I had known that investigating on my work computer had been a horrible idea. I was just waiting to get a call from our IT guy or get called into my boss’ office at any moment to discuss what the hell I was looking up. I figured I would be able to pull off watching the video on my phone though.

But my phone wouldn’t play the video file. I would have to wait until I was home to watch the video and sit for hours at my desk acting as if a fear wasn’t eating me from the inside out.

I rushed home down the Pacific Coast Highway, nearly skidding out of control once on a hairpin turn, but made it home before complete nightfall.

I couldn’t get my laptop open fast enough and let my fingers fly to the video site I had found at work. It only took a few minutes, but I was there, staring at a frozen preview image of the cracked paint of the outside of the closet that was in my line of sight, just to the left of my main dresser.

I took the deepest of breaths before I clicked play on the video.


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