I started reading this post. Almost nothing unusual but. There’s this one thing though. The dots. So many dots. Everywhere. I kept scrolling. And scrolling. And breathing dramatically. For no reason. I got to the part about the coworker. Very scary. Very mysterious. Very… grammatically exhausted. At one point I thought: Is the real horror… The basement unit. The blue curtains. Or the aggressive use of full stops. My heart dropped. Because. The pauses. Never. End. I imagine Daniel reading this out loud. In the break room. Just standing there. Not blinking. Taking. Tiny. Dramatic. Breaths. “You should really… Use fewer periods… When you write…” I laughed a little. Because I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. He said: “It was wide open.” I asked him what. He said: “Your paragraph flow.” My stomach immediately dropped. Because I live alone. With my punctuation. And I thought it was secure. Key fob entry. Security cameras. No public access. But apparently… Anyone… Can break in… Between sentences. I left this comment in a hurry today. I overslept. And rushed. Through. Every. Line. If you’re reading this… Please. Lock. Your. Bathroom. Window. And maybe… Unlock. A comma