When I first met Evan, everything about him seemed perfect. He was charming, thoughtful, and had this disarming smile that made me feel like the luckiest person in the world.
We had been dating for four months, and every moment we spent together felt like a page out of a romantic novel. To top it off, he had the most adorable golden retriever, Buddy, who instantly adored me. His apartment reflected his personality—clean, modern, and meticulously organized.
But there was one thing that didn’t sit right with me.The Mysterious Locked Room
Tucked away at the end of the hallway was a door that was always locked. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Everyone has that one messy room they prefer to keep private. When I casually asked about it, Evan laughed it off.
“Oh, that? Just a storage room. Trust me, you’re not missing anything,” he said with a dismissive wave.
