Summoner
12/28/2025
You wake at 2:47 AM to the sound of footsteps in the apartment above yours. Slow, deliberate steps—heel to toe across the bedroom, a pause at what you know is the closet door, then the distinctive creak of the loose floorboard by the window. You live alone on the top floor. There is no apartment above you. Yet the footsteps continue, tracing a path so familiar it mirrors your own nightly routine. The ceiling seems to hold its breath between each careful step, and you realize with creeping dread that whoever—or whatever—is up there knows this space as intimately as you do.
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You wake at 2:47 AM to the sound of footsteps in the apartment above yours. Slow, deliberate steps—heel to toe across the bedroom, a pause at what you know is the closet door, then the distinctive creak of the loose floorboard by the window. You live alone on the top floor. There is no apartment above you. Yet the footsteps continue, tracing a path so familiar it mirrors your own nightly routine. The ceiling seems to hold its breath between each careful step, and you realize with creeping dread that whoever—or whatever—is up there knows this space as intimately as you do.
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