A phone goes missing…

Then answers itself with a voice that doesn’t belong.

A neighborhood poltergeist makes its rounds…

Moving from house to house, stealing sugar… and leaving only questions.

And a silent procession drift down a city street — shadow

by shadow…seen only by one.

Three calls. Three quiet intrusions. And three moments when

the strange arrives without ever knocking.

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