She heard footsteps. Ominous. She was alone. So alone, but also moving. Making footsteps. Her footsteps, the ones which she heard. Still ominous. The quickened heartbeat that remains after a close encounter with fear. She experienced it. After hearing her own footsteps. Which she heard no more. Stairs. Odd number of steps. Odd, but also scary. She heard creaking. Creepy. Creepy creaking. Her own footsteps. And her own creaking. What was that noise? Just physics. Creepy physics. Creaky footsteps. A light. Under her door. She did not remember leaving the light on. Footsteps. Not hers, and the light turns off.