I grabbed my flashlight and shined it toward the noise.
Nothing. Just my desk, my chair… and my shadow on the wall.

But something felt wrong.

My shadow wasn’t moving when I did.

I lifted my arm.
It didn’t.

I took a step back.
It stayed still.

And then—
It turned its head.

I dropped the flashlight. The room went black.
And in that darkness, I heard it whisper—

“Don’t move. You’ll scare me.”

The next morning, there were footprints on my carpet.
Leading from the wall.
To my bed.