The scraping started after midnight.
Not loud enough to sound like an emergency, but steady enough that I couldn’t fall back asleep.
Every time the building got quiet, it came back. Drag, pause, drag.
I lay there trying to guess what it was. Furniture? Weights? Someone cleaning at the worst possible hour?
Eventually I got up and stood in the hallway in socks.
The noise stopped the second I stepped out there.
No footsteps. No apology. Nothing.
I went back inside even more awake than before.
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