The Unseen Presence

I work the late shift at a small office building. Nothing fancy—just data entry,

quiet halls, and the hum of old fluorescent lights. But last week, something started

happening that I cannot explain. It began when I heard footsteps in the hallway.

Not unusual… except I was the only person scheduled that night. When I checked the cameras,

the hallway was empty. But the footsteps kept getting closer. A few nights later,

I found sticky notes on my desk: “DON’T BE HERE AFTER 2:17.” They weren’t in

my handwriting… and nobody else had access. I tried brushing it off—maybe a coworker

thought it was a joke. But then yesterday, I saw something on the security