They Usually Come Back

I thought I imagined it — my door opening, footsteps on my floor, a chain moving in the dark. But in the morning my window was pried open from the inside, my bed was destroyed, and there was DNA on the frame that doesn’t belong to anyone in my house. The police said something I can’t stop thinking about: “They usually come back.” This is what happened between that sound and now.
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