00:00The hallway outside the laundry room always smelled like old water and rotting wood,
00:05even though my dad had built it himself. It was colder there, too, as if the rest of the house
00:12had forgotten that room existed. I remember the sound the door made when it shut, how final it
00:19was, how the light just blinked out as if swallowed. I was five, my small fists unable to make a sound
00:28loud enough to escape the door, my voice lost in the dark like it wasn't allowed to echo.
00:35When mom found me sobbing in the corner, I asked her the same thing I always did.
00:41Why does that man live here? I could feel the fear in my voice. Her face paled. What man?
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