Every now again, you catch a glimpse of something in the corner of your eye, but you never figure out what it is.

however, it gets more and more frequent…until.

Your working at your desk at around 2:30AM, when you hear something shuffle behind you.

“…”

“Are you almost done…?”

a girls voice…it’s soft and full of tiredness, but the unexpectedness of it makes you fall out your chair.