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.
I decided not to press the issue. After all, we were still relatively new in our relationship. But every time I stayed over, Buddy would linger by that door, sniffing, pawing gently, and occasionally whining.
I chalked it up to the dog being curious or maybe nostalgic about something stored inside.
Signs of Suspicion
Despite Evan’s reassurance, my curiosity grew. There was something about his reaction that felt rehearsed, too casual, as if he was deflecting. One evening, while Evan was in the shower, I was searching for my phone charger.
Out of habit, I checked drawers and shelves until my gaze landed on the locked door.
Without thinking, I reached for the doorknob. My fingers had barely grazed it when Evan’s voice thundered from the bathroom.
“DON’T TOUCH THAT!”
Startled, I recoiled as Evan appeared moments later, dripping wet, a towel hastily wrapped around his waist. His face was tense, eyes sharp.
“Sorry,” he said quickly, softening his tone as he noticed my alarmed expression.
He let out a shaky breath. “It’s just a disaster in there. I don’t like people seeing it.
Embarrassing, you know?”
…The story doesn’t end here, it continues on the next page 👇
