The neighbors called the police three days later.
They hadn't seen Arman.
The front door was open.
His suitcase was still packed by the entrance.
Upstairs, they found him.
Sitting in the hallway.
Smiling.
Eyes wide.
Unblinking.
The locked room door was sealed again.
All three locks intact.
Police reports stated:
"Possible mental breakdown."
The house was put back on rent two months later.
Cheaper than before.
The landlord never mentions the upstairs room.
But every new tenant wakes up at the same time.
2:17 AM.
To the sound of footsteps.
Walking slowly toward their bedroom door.
And if they're quiet enough…
They can hear it whisper—
"Don't open it."
Because it isn't inside the room.
It's already inside the house.
And it waits…
For someone lonely enough to listen.