Liminal Entity

 Our house did not have a cellar door until a few days ago. My brother and I take turns watching it.  

 We tried alternating days and nights but that just ruined our body clocks. Now we just stick to our shift. Him the evening, myself the morning. We’ve taken to many things to keep our eyes open for the whole stint. Coffee. Cigarettes. Knives heated over a gas burner. 

 If we begin to drift even for a moment, there is the unmistakable sound of something being unlocked. Kenneth thinks it explains why every search for our parents comes back empty.

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