flash fiction house thriller

Finally, I won that Christmas gift given every year by an anonymous santa and got my perfect, silent dream house on a private coast.

On my first night, I found a scrapbook showing all the previous winners smiling on their doorsteps like I was smiling now and each dated exactly one year apart.

The last page was blank but fresh ink was already spelling out tomorrow’s date beneath my photo: December 25th, 2025.

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