Footprints at 2:13

Maya thought she was moving into a new home.

She didn't know some footsteps belong to the past.

At 2:13 AM, they stopped outside her door.

No one was there.

Only a wet footprint on a perfectly dry floor—

a small mark left behind by something that should have been gone.

And somehow, Maya felt it wasn't the hallway that had been disturbed.

It was her.