For Maya Bell, the third-floor walk-up was supposed to be a sanctuary—a fresh start in a city that had finally started to feel like hers. It was charming, quiet, and came with only one minor catch: the landlord had lost the third copy of the keys years ago.

But as the weeks pass, the sanctuary begins to feel like a cage.

It starts out small: a bathroom rug bunched up when she’s certain she left it straight; a rinsed bowl moved across the counter; a faint, stale scent that clings to the air. But then come the sounds—a rhythmic scratching beneath the floorboards that no ultrasonic repellent can stop.

Trapped between the fear that she’s losing her mind and the chilling certainty that she’s being watched, Maya installs a hidden camera to catch whatever is haunting her nights. But when she wakes up in the dead of the "graveyard shift" and checks the live feed, she discovers that the truth is far more invasive than a ghost.

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