Jenny sat in an old wooden house creaking from age. She wasn't alone.
There was silence. It stretched on.
And on.
And on.
Jenny stood. The chair wailed out a hollow scream. It seemed to melt into the unchanging world. Dying. There was silence. It stretched on.
There was a noise in the hallway. A footstep. Someone else was here. She wasn't alone.
"Hello?" Jenny called. Her voice seemed new. It hadn't been used for three years. She was almost surprised it worked. But, of course it had. Nothing changed. Nothing ever changed.
Her voice was soft. Softer than she remembered.
There was another footstep.
And another.
And another.
There was a chuckle. It seemed to bounce off the walls. It echoed. It was unfamiliar.
Something had changed.
"Hello?" Jenny called again. Her voice echoed. Like the chuckle.
There was a knock. At her door. To her office. To her bedroom. To the room. She had spent her last three years in this room. Her office. Her bedroom.
The knock came again. Jenny expected to feel fear. She felt nothing. She felt calm.
"You may open the door." Jenny heard herself say it. She didn't know why. Why would this happen? Nothing changed. Nothing ever changed. Yet. Something had.
The door opened. It revealed who stood behind it.
All of a sudden.
The world wasn't hollow.
The world was full of life.
The world consistently changed.
