The room is silent, except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the house settling. You’re home alone—at least, you thought you were.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A sound—barely audible—scratches at the window. Maybe it’s just the wind, or a tree branch swaying in the night. You tell yourself that, but your gut twists in unease.

Then, the lights flicker. Once. Twice. A slow, deliberate pulse.

And then… a whisper. Soft, playful. Right behind you.

“Found you.”