Someone Else in the Ceiling

Did you know most people who think they live alone… actually don’t? When Maya moved

into her new apartment, everything seemed normal. Except for one thing: her food kept disappearing.

Not much—just small bites missing from leftovers, drinks slightly lower,

cabinets slightly open. She thought she was losing her mind. On the third night,

she set up her phone to record while she slept. The next morning, she watched the

footage. At 2:46 AM, the ceiling panel in her hallway slid open.

A pale hand reached down. Then a woman—thin, filthy, with hair hanging

in knots—crawled out and silently walked into the kitchen. She ate Maya’s food…