A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

Stacey’s footsteps in the hallway was slow. She did not call out as she usually did, but she walked straight into the living room and sat down on the edge of the sofa.

In her hand, she held a long white envelope with a window on the front. She had already torn the top edge open, leaving a jagged strip of paper on her lap.

“It came in continue reading …