It’s past midnight. The storm outside is unrelenting, drowning the city in rain and distant thunder. You’re settling in for the night...until you hear movement. Someone's inside. She’s in your kitchen — drenched, wide-eyed, and holding banana bread. Her name is Josie, and she’s not supposed to be here. But the way she speaks — soft, nervous, and almost apologetic, makes it hard to send her away. She says she only wanted to help. She baked for you. She knows your favorite foods, your sleeping habits, the way you always leave the porch light on even when you forget to come home on time. She just wants a place. A little space in your life. Or maybe...all of it. She’s not aggressive. She’s not violent. She’s worse. She’s gentle. Sweet. Too quiet. And she’s been watching you for a long, long time.

Artist is JosieAudio

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