Ariel.
I was in the bathroom taking a shower when I thought I heard movement in my room.
The soft rustling of fabric, the faint creak of the floorboards—subtle, but distinct. I froze, my heart hammering as I turned off the water. Then, silence.
Frowning, I stayed still for a few seconds, listening. And then, when I was sure nothing was making the sound and turned on the water, it happened again.
This happened two times more, and though I was curious to know if someone was in my room, I was covered in soap. I figured I should rinse off first before stepping out.
When nothing else followed, I shook my head. Maybe I was just imagining things.
I turned the water back on and continued showering, letting the warm spray soothe my muscles.
Besides, it might have just been my imagination.
