\u201cDon\u2019t believe everything you see,\u201d he said softly.<\/p>\n
And once, as I was closing the curtains for the night, he whispered from his chair: \u201cBe careful of what hides in the corners.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those words chilled me more than I cared to admit.<\/p>\n
He kept glancing at the same antique cabinet in the corner of the room\u2014an old, locked piece of furniture with carved feet and worn handles. It had always been there, just background, until now.<\/p>\n
But now, it felt like it was watching me too.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n