Gregg + iPhone in Atlanta, GA
Don't trust the sun.
The door to fear
Racy red 🚪 reinvigorates reality.
Double door blues.
This is your next door.
The tin man's palace.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Blood is hard to see. Especially on black. Especially when dried. The door would never tell her terror. Only faint scratches revealed her desperation.
No one knew Sally was a hoarder. Not her family. Not her friends. And definitely not her neighbors. Never the neighbors. Never. Until one night. The night she forgot the curtains. The night he called.