ROOM 405

Room for One More..

There are places that hold their breath.

You wouldn't notice it at first-just a draft that lingers too long, a shadow that flickers where light should fall clean. Room 405 was like that. Still. Watching. Waiting.

The stories started small. Tenants waking with the sense that someone had been standing beside them, watching. Most brushed it off. Old buildings always had their quirks.

But some things couldn't be explained away. The soft hum that echoed late at night, low and mournful. The books that tumbled from shelves. The boy glimpsed in the window, there one moment, gone the next-eyes dark, expression unreadable.

They said the room was cursed. Haunted. That it wanted something.

No one stayed long. Until Nani.

He didn't believe in ghosts. Just needed a quiet place, something cheap and close to campus. He didn't ask why the landlord hesitated before handing over the key. He didn't notice the chill that crept in as the door closed behind him.

But Room 405 did.

And somewhere within its silence, something stirred.

After all, it had been waiting.

There was room for one more.