I was hired for a huge sum to test-sleep in an abandoned mansion. The contract required me to record anything unusual each night and forbade me from leaving before the job was done.
On the first night, I saw a figure in the mirror who wasn’t there.
On the second night, I heard fingernails scraping against concrete from below ground.
On the third day, I found the diary of the previous test sleeper. On the last page, someone had written in blood: “Don’t trust the owner. He’s looking for a replacement.”
And right now, the owner is carrying a late-night snack and smiling as he knocks on my door...
