The Invisible Guest

The motion sensor in the empty hallway just pinged for the third time tonight.

I stared intently at the glowing monitors, watching the red light pulse on

the map. But the high-definition security cameras showed nothing but dust motes drifting through

the air. My heart hammered against my ribs as I realized the pings were

rhythmic and deliberate, Almost like heavy footsteps, moving steadily toward the security hub

where I sat barricaded. Please follow and like for more of these original

mystery stories right now. The heavy iron door directly behind me began to

rattle with a sudden violent force, Not from a push, but from something