The trouble began on a Tuesday, though it had probably been brewing for ages. I noticed it while making tea. The kitchen light flicked on, but instead of filling the room, it cowered behind the cupboard, shivering like a nervous cat. The shadows, freed from their usual discipline, sprawled wherever they pleased, a long, sulky smear under the toaster, a rude blob on the ceiling, a jagged sliver draped dramatically over the fridge.
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I am the second door on the left. There are others, but I don’t know them.
A young man lives here. He opens me quickly and closes me the same way. He doesn’t linger. In the mornings he smells of soap. In the evenings he smells of something else, kitchens, I think. Grease and heat. His hands are always damp when he touches my handle.
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SURVEILLANCE REPORT #847-B TO: Commander Zyloth, Primary Invasion Fleet FROM: Observer Unit Krell-9 LOCATION: Urban Center Grid Reference 51.4°N, 0.1°W SUBJECT: Behavioral Anomaly Requiring Strategic Assessment
Commander, I must report a puzzling phenomenon that may impact invasion protocols.
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The AI Grandad 