Footsteps at Midnight

lefI started hearing footsteps in my apartment at night. Slow. Careful.

Like someone trying not to be noticed. I told myself it was the building settling,

or my neighbors walking above me. Old apartments make noise. That’s what I believed…

until I checked the lease. I’m on the top floor. Every night at exactly 3:12 a.m.,

the footsteps would stop outside my bedroom door. I never heard the door open.

Never heard breathing. Just the sound of someone standing there. Watching.

Last night, I finally worked up the courage to open the door. The hallway was

empty. But my phone buzzed in my hand. SECURITY LOG: Bedroom door opened — 3:12