Drag Me To Hell Isaidub -

Darkness pooled in the room like ink. For a moment everything was ordinary again—the radiator clanked, a siren passed, the kettle hissed from the apartment downstairs. Then, a soft scrape at the door, a small, familiar sound that might have been a shoe or the settling of wood. The scrap of paper on the table had her pencil marks, the graphite pressed in like a signature. One corner was damp as if breathed on.