You're not just reading this story.
And it knows that.
Everything was normal.
Or at least... it looked that way.
A quiet night.
A familiar space.
Nothing out of place-until something subtle begins to shift.
Not loudly.
Not all at once.
Just enough to make you question what you saw... and what you didn't.
Because some things don't announce themselves.
They wait.
They watch.
And when you finally notice them-
it's already too late.