2:47 AM in the Vents

Something is living inside your apartment walls and it knows your schedule. Every night at 2:47

AM, you hear wet breathing through the vents. The smell started three weeks ago,

sweet and wrong, like rotting flowers mixed with copper. Your neighbors moved out without explanation.

Yesterday you found small handprints on your bedroom ceiling, the fingers too

long. This morning your toothbrush was warm when you picked it up.

The breathing is getting louder. It stopped when you read this.