The moment I opened the door, the lights snapped off. A voice whispered right behind me, “You shouldn’t have come back.” My breath froze. I could feel someone standing inches from my neck—but the room was empty when I flicked my phone’s flashlight on. I swear I heard them laugh. And now I see a shadow moving toward me again…
I met Lucas Meyer six months ago, the way people meet in real life—messy, unplanned, inconvenient. I was working late at the architectural firm, drowning in unfinished sketches, when my phone lit up with a message from my manager: “You’ll be partnering with an external consultant. He’ll be there in ten minutes.” I groaned. The…