You didn’t knock. That’s fine. The Peeg House doesn’t have doors anymore—just hinges that remember what they used to hold.

…say thank you. Then run in place until you wake up somewhere else.

Welcome To The Peeg House —Final— witCHuus

So hang your doubt on the crooked hook by the non-existent door. Mind the floorboard that groans your grandmother’s maiden name. And if a Peeg offers you tea—

And the last word— witCHuus — is not a typo. It’s the name of the thing that watches from the stairwell’s blind spot. The one that decided you should be here.