Every night, exactly at 3:12 a.m., Claire’s hallway floor creaked.
Always the same sound — one slow step, a pause, then another.
She thought it was the old house settling.
Until the night she couldn’t sleep and waited by the door, phone in hand.
The sound came again — step… pause… step.
She took a photo through the crack of the door. Just darkness.
But in the morning, when she looked at the picture, there was something there —
a figure standing inches from her, facing the camera, smiling faintly.
That night, the steps didn’t come from the hallway.
They started right next to her bed.
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