At the edge of a small village stood a house where no light ever shone.
Not because it was abandoned — no, quite the opposite.
Every window was tightly covered, and yet, neighbors swore that at night a faint glow leaked through the cracks, as if the house wasn’t shining outward but swallowing the light instead.
When a young couple moved in, people simply shrugged.
A week later, they stopped coming outside.
The mail piled up. The curtains stayed shut.
One evening, a curious neighbor walked up the path and knocked.
No answer — only the low hum of something behind the door, like a thousand lightbulbs buzzing in unison.
She turned the handle.
For a heartbeat, the door opened just enough for a blinding light to spill out — and then it was gone.
The next morning, the house was dark again.
Only now, there were three shadows moving behind the curtains.
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