I fell down the floor when the drawers came alive, opening and closing like they had been opened by someone I couldn’t see. I opened my mouth to scream, but no voice came out. My veins were pulsing in my neck, and sweat started beading on my face.
“P-Paul,” I stuttered in a hushed tone, but I couldn’t even move to get my cellphone to call him. I squinted my eyes, trying to see what was in the room, but I couldn’t see anyone or anything. After a few seconds, the drawers stopped, and they all closed simultaneously, except for one in front of me.
I swallowed hard, trying to calm my heart from thumping inside my chest. I tilted my head on the floor and picked up the photo and the book. My whole body was trembling in fear, and I was afraid that if I moved, the drawers would open and close ag
