His hand froze. He hadn’t snored in that room. He lived alone. No wall mic existed.
He started dragging files into his project folder. But as he browsed deeper, the names grew unsettling. Door_Creak_But_It_Sounds_Like_A_Name.wav . Footsteps_On_Wood_Then_Stop_Suddenly.wav . Lullaby_For_A_Child_Who_Is_Not_Asleep.wav . Audio Jungle Music 6500 SFX Sound Library Free...
He double-clicked it anyway.
It was him. Breathing. A faint rustle of sheets. Then, a second sound—someone else’s footsteps, soft, deliberate, moving across his bedroom floor in the recording. The footsteps stopped right next to the microphone’s position. Then a whisper, barely audible: His hand froze