Julia A. Girard - Thriller

Adam woke to the sound of a door creaking. It was faint at first, like the whisper of an old hinge fighting against the weight of silence. His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light of his bedroom. Shadows stretched across the walls, long and twisted. The room felt strange. As if the air itself had thickened, pressing in on him. A suffocating stillness filled the space, so heavy that it made his breath feel shallow.