2:47 AM Footsteps

It started with footsteps outside my room. Every night. Exactly 2:47 AM.

Slow. Careful. Like someone counting steps. At first,

I blamed my dad. Then I remembered… he works the night shift. The footsteps kept

getting closer each night. From the hallway. To my door. I never heard the

door open. But every morning, my door was unlocked. One night, I decided to record

it. I placed my phone on the floor. Screen facing the door.

2:46 AM. Silence. 2:47 AM. The footsteps began. They stopped the

moment I picked up my phone. The next morning, I checked the recording. No footsteps.