Destress Stories

The pain in my back echoed the stresses of the day. Unlocking the door to my apartment I am more than relieved to be home to close another day. Pressing my key into the lock I feel it jam as though it was never locked in the first place. My heart leaps into my throat… He's here. He can't be here but… He must be here. Cautiously I step inside, the heavy security door making its customary whooshing sound as the hydraulics a...