Anna walked to the window and examined the frame.
That’s when she saw it.
A small plastic bag wedged between the sill and the wood.
It must have fallen earlier and gotten trapped.
[readalso]
When the wind pushed the open window, the bag shifted across the floor — creating a faint dragging sound.
And when it snagged on the rug?
It made a soft, rhythmic tap.
Just like footsteps.
Anna exhaled slowly, finally connecting every detail.
What felt like someone walking upstairs…
was nothing more than a forgotten bag, a draft, and her imagination filling the gaps.
She shook her head, half embarrassed, half amused.
But the night still had one last reveal.
[readalso]