Chapter 1
At 2:06 a.m., Casey heard footsteps from the apartment above her.
That wouldn’t have been strange, only if Apartment 305... weren’t empty.
It had been vacant for six months, ever since the old man who lived there died. Alone.
“Heart attack,” they said.
But tonight...
she heard walking.
Pacing and deliberate.
She paused the movie she was watching, and listened…
Step… Step… Stop.
Then a knock. But…
Not on her door…
From inside her closet.
She grabbed a baseball bat from under her couch cushion, heart pounding. Every horror movie she’d ever watched screamed don’t open it... But she did, anyway.
Nothing.
The closet was still, dust clinging to the floor. She let out a shaky laugh, nerves stretched very, thin.
Probably the neighbors across the hall.
Thin walls and old buildings.
Then, the closet whispered…
“You moved my chair.”
She slammed the door shut. Backed away.
Her Breath is very shallow...
