Quiet Fears

Ever feel like you’re truly alone, but the silence feels… watched? I swear my apartment

was empty. I double-checked the locks, every window. Total quiet.

Then, a faint, rhythmic tapping began. From inside my kitchen

pantry. Soft, insistent. My heart seized. No one else lives

here. No pets. I crept closer, every muscle tense. The tapping grew

louder, then abruptly stopped the second my hand brushed the pantry door.

A cold shiver raced down my spine. That wasn't the scary part. It was the clear,

almost audible sigh directly behind my ear. Warm and wet. What’s lurking in