The Silent Tenant

The building was officially empty. Scheduled for demolition next week. But I was

not alone Every night, I logged footsteps on the upper floors.

Doors I had sealed were found unlocked. My body cam recorded nothing.

But in the dark reflection of the windows, someone was there. Each night,

the figure was standing closer. I started marking the floor. It was gaining

ground. On the final night, the camera cut out.

Three minutes of absolute, terrifying silence. When the feed returned,

the hallway was empty. Then I looked in the helmet mirror.