Anna loved quiet evenings.
Her old house wasn’t big, but it was peaceful — always still at night.
So when she heard footsteps coming from the second floor, she froze.
She lived alone.
No pets.
No visitors.
Just her… and the unmistakable sound of slow, measured steps moving across the floor above her.
She held her breath, trying to hear more clearly.
The steps stopped.
Then — one more gentle tap.
Anna’s heart dropped.
Because she knew exactly what made that sound.
Or at least… she thought she did.
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