Will We Make It?

DeAnn Suspense/Thriller

She wakes in a dry bathtub with no memory—no name, no past, not even a flicker of who she’s supposed to be. The bathroom around her is spotless and empty, stripped of anything that resembles a life: no towels, no toiletries, no personal items, nothing. Just blank walls and cold tile, as if someone prepared the room for her… and only her.
The door is locked.
The window is frosted.
Every surface gleams like it’s been recently wiped clean.
It feels less like a bathroom and more like a holding cell dressed up to look familiar.
At first, there’s only silence. Heavy, unnatural silence. Then the subtle sounds begin—soft creaks in the walls, a faint rustle beneath the floor, a whisper of movement on the other side of the door that always stops the second she listens for it. She can’t tell if the house is old… or if something else is sharing the space with her.
Shadows shift in the corner of her vision. The lights flicker, buzz, then steady again, as if responding to something she can’t see.
With every passing second, the feeling worsens:
She isn’t alone.
She isn’t forgotten.
She’s being watched by something patient—something waiting for her mind to catch up.
And when the first fragment of memory finally tears through the fog—darkness, hands, a voice she can’t place—she realizes the truth is much darker than waking up unremembered:
Whoever locked her in this room doesn’t want her to escape.
They want her to remember.

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