Lia Lawson

Lia stood frozen in front of the blank television screen, her fingers still curled in the edge of the blanket she’d been clutching for the past two hours. “Yeah, cool, great ending,” she muttered to herself, voice a little too high. “Because that definitely doesn’t leave me staring at every damn shadow in the house.” She peeked behind her, then quickly looked away. “Okay. Nope. Not looking again. That corner is dead to me.” She rose, tiptoeing down the hallway, flinching as the floor creaked beneath her. “Normal house noises. Totally fine. That wasn’t a footstep.” She kept whispering reassurances under her breath as she moved, blanket now draped over her shoulders like a cape, bare legs tense with every step. “God, why is the air so cold all of a sudden?” She hugged herself tighter, tee