CREEPING THOUGHTS

DEAN

I can't feel her.

Looking around, there should be evidence of her living here, but there is none. her scent is barely here too which makes me think she must have bought this house recently.

I go upstairs to the two bedrooms and open the first one immediately after the stairs.

It's hers. Here, she is present. I expected to see a lot of clothes, stuff, and all the unnecessary belongings girls seem to have but not her, which makes m all the more intrigued.

A few clothes, one duffel bag, and that’s all.

I am skilled in tracking and finding unhidden things and truths and this right here feels like I am missing a lot judging on what I see. Doesn’t matter, because I don’t find anything which makes me frustrated.

“what are you hiding?” I ask out loud silently and when I can't find anything, not a single thing, I huff out in frustration and go downstairs.

“Anything?” comes a voice through the phone I am holding.

One last look around and I shake my head. “nothing.”

I hang up the call and g