No Shadow at the Door

A thunderous bang shook the break room door. “Police. Open up.

We have a report of a break-in,” a voice shouted as the handle rattled. I moved to unlock

it, but Miller hissed, “Stop. Look at the gap.” I glanced down at

the one‑inch space beneath the door. With the hallway lights on, I should’ve seen

boots, a shadow—anything. There was nothing there. But the pounding

and jiggling kept going. Miller whispered, “There’s no one there.”