THE APARTMENT ABOVE MINE

For weeks, Sophie heard furniture moving above her apartment.

Heavy footsteps.

A chair scraping across the floor.

Sometimes, something would roll across the ceiling in the middle of the night.

She complained to the landlord.

He looked confused.

“There isn't an apartment above yours.”

Sophie laughed.

“Of course there is.”

The landlord shook his head.

“Your apartment is on the top floor.”

That night, the noises returned.

At 3:06 a.m., Sophie heard footsteps walking directly above her bed.

Then came three knocks on the ceiling.

She knocked back.

Silence.

Then three knocks again.

Sophie grabbed a broom and hit the ceiling.

The noise stopped.

Her phone suddenly received a message from an unknown number.

“Why did you knock?”

Another message appeared.

“Now it knows you're awake.”

Sophie slowly looked toward the ceiling.

Something knocked from inside her bedroom wall.

The Last Train