It started at exactly 2:17 a.m.
I was alone in my apartment, sitting on the couch and watching an old horror movie with the lights off. Outside, heavy rain tapped against the windows, and the wind occasionally shook the building. Nothing felt unusual—until I heard footsteps above me.
Slow footsteps.
Three steps.
Then silence.
I live on the top floor.
At first, I laughed nervously and told myself it must have come from another apartment. Old buildings make strange noises. Pipes knock. Floors creak. Doors slam. There is always
