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🔥 Full Story: “Not Your Home”

Destiny stood in the doorway of the old farmhouse, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as Bethany stormed down the hallway. The air felt heavy—charged with something Bethany couldn’t name, something that had been whispering to her ever since Destiny moved in.

“Destiny,” Bethany snapped, her voice shaking, “I told you already. You need to leave. You’ve been here for weeks, and you keep acting like—”

Destiny cut her off, her voice colder than winter steel.

“I’m not going anywhere or leaving this house — and this is not your home.”

Bethany stopped mid-step, her fingers curling instinctively around the banister.
“Not my home?” she repeated, heart pounding. “Destiny, what are you talking about? I grew up here.”

Destiny's expression darkened—something ancient flickering behind her eyes.
“You think you did,” she said quietly. “But memories can lie. People can lie. And houses…” Her gaze drifted to the shadowed end of the hallway. “…houses can keep secrets.”

A chill crept up Bethany’s spine.

“Destiny, you’re scaring me.”

“Good,” Destiny replied. “Fear wakes people up.”

She stepped closer, the floorboards groaning under her feet as if protesting her presence.
“You don’t remember the night you left,” she whispered. “You don’t remember why everyone else did too. But I do.”

Bethany shook her head. “Destiny, stop. This is my childhood home. I lived here until—until…”

Destiny arched a brow.
“Until what?”

Bethany opened her mouth—but nothing came. A blank space in her mind gaped like a fresh wound.

Destiny leaned in, her voice low and steady.
“You’re not the owner here, Bethany. You’re the last survivor. And the house… it’s been waiting for you.”

The lights flickered.

A soft creaking echoed from upstairs—slow footsteps, but too heavy to belong to any living person.

Bethany’s breath caught.
“Who’s up there?” she whispered.

Destiny didn’t turn her head.
“Not who. What.”
She placed a hand on Bethany’s shoulder, firm and unyielding.
“And before you ask—it isn’t after me.”
Her grip tightened.

“It’s after the one who abandoned it.”

Bethany’s pulse thundered in her ears as the steps grew louder, descending, one thud at a time.

Destiny looked into her eyes, unwavering.