Unwelcome Presence

I moved into the house because it was cheap. The realtor hesitated before saying,

“No one stays long.” The first night, I heard footsteps upstairs. Slow.

Heavy. I froze in bed, listening as they stopped right above me.

I grabbed my phone and checked the bedroom camera. The live feed showed me sleeping peacefully.

I was wide awake. Then the camera angle shifted on its own. Something was standing

beside the bed— tall, smiling too wide. My closet door creaked open behind me.

The footsteps started again. This time… they were inside my room.