The Sound on the Stairs

March 16, 2026

by Nathanial

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (146 words)

"My new home was a small two-story house. It was a simple rectangle with a kitchen, a living area, and two small bedrooms upstairs. A short flight of six steps connected the main floor to the upper level. At first, I put the odd feeling I got down to being in a new place by […]"

My new home was a small two-story house. It was a simple rectangle with a kitchen, a living area, and two small bedrooms upstairs. A short flight of six steps connected the main floor to the upper level. At first, I put the odd feeling I got down to being in a new place by myself. I have always been sensitive to atmospheres, but I told myself it was just my imagination.

One evening, I was reading in my upstairs room. I clearly heard the soft click of the latch on the back door. Worried, I stood up and listened. I heard slow, heavy footsteps climb the stairs and walk along the short corridor, stopping just outside my door.

Then, the steps turned and went back the way they came, descending the stairs. A low, soft chuckle drifted up to me before everything went silent again.

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