Let Me In

Tom’s breath froze in the air as he hurried through the woods. He could feel it following him—heavy footsteps, ragged breathing. His heart pounded.

Finally, he reached the cabin and slammed the door shut. Safe.

A knock echoed from the door. "Let me in, Tom," a familiar voice called.

His blood froze. It was Lisa, his wife… but he had buried her last week.

Panicking, he opened the door, but no one was there. He turned around—and found Lisa smiling at him.

"Thanks for letting me in," she whispered.

He looked down. His own body lay lifeless on the floor.