I wasn’t going to hide anymore. Not tonight. Not after the notes, the moved backpack, the shadows I couldn’t explain. Whoever had been creeping into my life… I needed answers.
I stayed up late, apartment silent except for my own breath, and waited. Every creak of the floor, every faint rustle made my heart race. But I forced myself to stay calm, eyes scanning the room.
Then I heard it—the softest movement near the window. My pulse spiked, but I didn’t panic. Instead, I stepped forward, voice low but firm.
“Who’s there?”
Silence.
“Stop hiding. I know you’re here. I know what you’ve been doing!” My voice was stronger now, shaking slightly but filled with resolve. “If you want to scare me… fine. But I need answers!”
A shadow shifted near the balcony door. My heart thudded in my ears. “Y
