Jenna sat curled up on the couch, idly scrolling through her phone. The hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the living room clock were the only sounds in the house. It felt different when her mom wasn’t home—quieter, almost too quiet. Normally, she enjoyed the solitude, but tonight, something gnawed at the back of her mind. A feeling. An unease she couldn’t quite place.It had started earlier that evening when she returned home from her friend’s house. She had locked the front door behind her like always, dropped her keys on the kitchen counter, and kicked off her shoes by the staircase. Everything had seemed normal. But then, she noticed something strange. Her mom’s bedroom door—slightly open.
