The day had begun like any other. Sofia stood in front of the mirror, wearing a plain white tank top and light blue pants, the kind of outfit that could blend into any crowd. Her feet glided across the smooth, wooden floor of her minimalist, modern apartment as soft light filtered through the curtains. It felt like just another quiet, uneventful day in the city. But, beneath the surface, something far more sinister waited.
She heard it again – the faint creak of a floorboard. It had been happening for days. At first, she chalked it up to the wind, to the natural groans of the building, or to neighbors moving awkward furniture. But over time, the sound sunk deeper into her ears, an unnerving signal. It wasn’t the house. No, it was too deliberate. Too careful.
Sofia glanced warily at the sleek lines of her living room furniture, the clean surfaces that gave nothing away. Nothing seemed out of place, yet she knew something was. Her hand instinctively reached for her phone, but she quickly pulled back. What was she going to say to the police? That her ultra-modern loft apartment was too quiet? That her fashionably minimalist furnishings weren’t supposed to creak?
The light shifted, casting shadows against the walls. She felt eyes on her, a presence lurking just beyond her vision. Her breathing grew shallow as she took a step forward into the open-planned space, feeling as if every movement was being monitored. She reached for the knife she had left on the kitchen counter after breakfast, her fingers barely grazing the handle before she felt the air thicken behind her neck.
“You could have had a much more peaceful morning, Sofia,” a voice murmured softly from the shadows, low and calm. A man’s voice. Unhurried. Confident.
Her blood ran cold. She spun around, knife clutched tightly in her hand, but there was nothing, no one. Just silence. The sound of her heartbeat pounded in her ears. She backed up into the corner of the room, her eyes darting to every corner, at every shadow. The voice hadn’t come from her imagination.
“Where are you?” she whispered, dreading the answer. Her heart thudded in her chest as she scanned the empty room frantically.
Her gut instinct screamed at her to run, but her legs locked in place, every muscle tensed. She was no stranger to danger — life in the city had come with its fair share of dark corners — but this felt different. This felt deeply personal. Yet, the body remained unseen.
Another floorboard creaked, louder this time, directly behind her. Sofia whirled, raising the knife. Her blade sliced through empty air. But she knew she wasn’t alone. Whoever or whatever prowled her apartment didn’t care to be seen. It was playing a game of patience.
And she had just become its victim.
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