صوت مشترک

Every night at 2:13am… someone tried opening her bedroom door. Slow. Careful. Like they didn’t want to wake her. But she lived alone. The first night… she ignored it. The second night… she checked the house. Nothing. Doors locked. Windows shut. So on the third night… she stayed awake. 2:13am. The handle moved. Slowly turning… She ran to the door and ripped it open— No one there. Just silence. But then she looked down… And saw wet footprints… Leading OUT of her room. The twist?