Every night at exactly 2:06 AM, a man heard furniture dragging in the apartment above him.
The problem?
The apartment was empty.
After weeks without sleep, he complained to the landlord.
The landlord froze.
“That apartment hasn’t been rented since the murder.”
That night, determined to prove it was nonsense, he secretly entered the upstairs unit.
Dust covered everything.
No furniture.
No signs of life.
Then 2:06 AM arrived.
Right behind him, something heavy scraped across the floor.
But he was standing in the only room.
Alone.
