I only meant to spend a minute in the garage. That was all. The plan was simple, straightforward, and utterly mundane: grab an old toolbox from the corner. Tighten a loose hinge on the kitchen cabinet that had been squeaking for weeks, and move on with the rest of the day. I had even glanced at the clock before stepping inside, thinking that ten minutes — maybe fifteen if I got distracted — would be more than enough. Yet the instant I crossed the threshold, I noticed something different. The garage, normally a functional.I only meant to spend a minute in the garage. That was all. The plan was simple, straightforward, and utterly mundane: grab an old toolbox from the corner.

Tighten a loose hinge on the kitchen cabinet that had been squeaking for weeks, and move on with the rest of the day. I had even glanced at the clock before stepping inside, thinking that ten minutes — maybe fifteen if I got distracted — would be more than enough.

Not silent exactly — there was always the low hum of the refrigerator in the corner or the faint wind rattling a window pane — but a kind of suspended stillness, as if the room itself were holding its breath.READ MORE BELOW