It was 2:17 AM.
I was home alone… or so I thought.
Then I heard it: a slow, dragging sound coming from above.
But I don’t have an upstairs.
I tried to ignore it.
“It’s probably the neighbors,” I told myself.
The sound got closer, deliberate, like it was waiting.
I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera.
Nothing.
But the sound didn’t stop.
It was following me.
My heart raced.
Then my phone buzzed: “Storage full.”
I hadn’t recorded anything.
I opened the gallery.
A video… recorded seconds ago.