Unseen Footsteps

Have you ever heard footsteps when you’re utterly alone? Not just the house settling,

or the wind groaning through old pipes. But a distinct *thump, drag… thump, drag*… right above

you. You freeze, heart hammering, trying to rationalize it away.

Last night, the sound wasn't above me. It was in the hall. Slow.

Deliberate. Moving towards my bedroom door. I pressed myself against the wall,

silent. The steps stopped. A cold shiver traced my spine. Then,

a soft tap. Not on the door's wood, but directly on my windowpane.

I live on the fifth floor.