I found a secret room in my house. After seeing what?s inside, I?ll never sleep again.

Have you ever felt time turn sideways?
That?s what happened when I realized my father had been telling me to run from my home.
My grandmother?s desk clock ticked softly. Li?l Doodles, my stuffed dog, gave me an unbroken gaze.
Everything looked peaceful.
But a hurricane was tearing its way through my head. Each second felt too fast. I was frozen in place and horrified that an all-out sprint would be insufficient.
I stared at the clock. How could it have the audacity to be so calm?
A door creaked behind me and I was flying. I grabbed my cell and pocketed it, plucked Doodles from the bed, grabbed the Louisville Slugger, and threw on my slippers, assuming that I had no time to change out of my pajamas. I ran for the front door as the hinge continued to squeak, using the moonlight to dodge the furniture in my living room as I was sure (was I?) that a man moaned behind me.
I fumbled with the knob, pulled, hit resistance, whimpered, closed it, carefully slid open the chain lock with shaking fingers, fought an uncooperative deadbolt, opened the door successfully, and ran into the night.
Then I got to the sidewalk and stopped.
What the **** happens next?
I took stock of the situation. It was the middle of the night as I stood on an empty Schenectady street and shivered. I had no car, no money, no friends in town, and had left my wallet inside.
I must have looked quite the sight. The pink silk long-sleeved pajamas provided minimal intimidation or protection. My slippers ? which were oversized fluffy comfort novelties shaped like stuffed sloths ? weren?t meant for outdoor use or adults in general. I held Doodles in one hand and the Louisville Slugger in the other.
Some moments exist only to remind us that we don?t have our **** together and that Fate thinks it?s just funny as hell. As I stood there with my stuffy slippers and baseball bat, wondering what to do next, I realized that I was in such a moment.
My head spun. Should I call my dad back? No, he was clearly not free to talk. If I did anything to indicate that I?d heard his Morse Code message, the person silencing him might?
I didn?t want to think about it. I told myself that Mom and Dad were perfectly fine, and that no one was hiding in the dark, waiting to kill them.
I told myself the same message. The concept was too absurd. There?s no way that someone could be hurting my parents to get to me ? right?
But why hadn?t Dad just told me? He?d die for me if he had to.
Faint electric chills ran along my back as I realized that he must have believed I was in immediate danger. He wouldn?t hide the truth to protect himself ? but he would do it for my sake. I was sure of it.
I looked up at my home. The house glared back at me, its door open, inviting me back inside like I was just the right size for its sudden appetite.
I hadn?t left any lights on. The empty house felt so alone.
Then one light flicked on in the top floor. My chest froze in terror.
The empty house had felt so alone.
I pulled out my phone. My thumbs shook too much to make the call. I hit 9-1-2, 9-4-1, 1-9-1-3, and several other failed attempts before finally calming myself enough to get through.
?911, what is the nature of your emergency??
?Um. There?s a man in my house. You sent an officer to check it out a few days ago, and now I think he?s back.?
?Okay, I?m relaying that information now. What?s your name and address??
I gave it to him and waited, staring at the light.
The night was cold. I didn?t move. I didn?t want to be there, but had nowhere to go.
?Olivia? You said that an officer came out to meet you last week??
?Yes,? I answered, barely able to control my own voice. ?Yes. Um, he said to reach out if the guy came back, and, well ? he?s here.?
Two seconds of silence dripped down my mind like a Dali clock.
?Are you in a safe location??
I focused on my breathing. ?Yes. I mean, I ? well, I guess I don?t know. I might not be.?
The tears began.
?Olivia, I need you to listen to me. Where are you now??
I breathed out slowly. ?I?m standing outside my house. I?m afraid to go back in. My dad-?
?What day did you say an officer came by? What did he talk to you about??
My neck burned in frustration. ?I ? I don?t know, it was last week sometime, I also answered a lot of questions that didn?t ? look, I?m really not taking this well and just want to know what-?
?I?m sorry, Olivia, but this is really important and we?re dealing with everything the best that we can. An officer is on the way right now to meet you. But you need to listen to me very carefully, okay??
I tried to calm myself by gripping the bat tighter. ?Okay,? I breathed, ?that?s-?
?We didn?t send an officer to meet you last week.?
My thoughts ground to a halt as I tried to make sense of the senseless. ?I ? what? No, we talked for-?
?I?ve been checking the records through and through. No officer responded to your residence at any point in the past six months, and there is no indication that a call from this phone ever came into our database.?
The burn in my neck pushed through to my hair. ?No, that doesn?t make any sense. Look, I promise you that I-?
?I hear what you?re saying, which is why I have been checking this entire time. I?m sure of it ? no officer came to your house last week.?
The heat moved into my eyes as tears poured freely. ?I don?t understand. What are you saying??
?What I?m saying, Olivia,? he explained with chilling calm, ?is that if a man did come into your home last week, I can promise you that he was not a real police officer."
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