Obsession !!exclusive!! | Kendra S

October 17: The crack is now 32.7 cm. It spoke again today. It said my name three times.

Kendra’s blood turned to ice water. She flipped to the last page. The ink was still wet.

But no sound came out.

Kendra opened her mouth.

Kendra’s obsession began, as most terrible things do, with something small. kendra s obsession

She heard the voice again, but this time it wasn’t coming from the wall. It was coming from behind her. She spun around.

And in the bedroom on Hemlock Lane, a new crack was forming. Small. Shaped like a crooked question mark. Right above the pillow where a mother would soon sit alone, wondering where her daughter had gone. October 17: The crack is now 32

“You came,” the other Kendra said. Her voice was the house’s voice. Low. Slow. Hungry.