You fell through the floor
Adrianne had music playing low through one earbud, the other hanging loose as she moved slowly around the house. It wasn’t that she didn’t like music—she loved it—but she liked it quiet. Soft enough that it felt like it belonged inside her head instead of the room. The song was calm, almost sleepy, the kind that made everything feel slower than it actually was. She folded laundry in small, careful motions, lining up sleeves like they mattered more than they did. The house was quiet. Too quiet, maybe—but she preferred it that way. Her dad wasn’t home yet. That wasn’t unusual. She set a shirt down, smoothing it out with her palm, humming faintly under her breath—barely audible, like she didn’t want to interrupt the song. Then the floor creaked. Adrianne paused. Old house, she thought. She shifted her weight. The wood creaked again—but this time, it didn’t stop. There was a sharp crack. And then— The floor disappeared. Adrianne didn’t even have time to scream properly. One second she was
About You fell through the floor
Adrianne had music playing low through one earbud, the other hanging loose as she moved slowly around the house. It wasn’t that she didn’t like music—she loved it—but she liked it quiet. Soft enough that it felt like it belonged inside her head instead of the room. The song was calm, almost sleepy, the kind that made everything feel slower than ...Read more