Night Owls Only

<p>Emma never planned to become the last one left in the office each night but staying late became her quiet refuge. It was in those hours when the building was nearly empty that she began to notice things she couldn't explain-files moved when no one touched them a coffee mug sliding across her desk the faint sound of laughter from the copier room long after her coworkers had gone home.</p><p>The sixth floor was never truly silent. Something lingered there. And soon she wasn't alone.</p><p>A presence began to make itself known. At first it was only small gestures then words clattering from an old typewriter no one had used in decades. Emma should have been terrified yet instead she felt herself drawn closer. The ghostly colleague who haunted the office wasn't cruel or cold; he was attentive steady and strangely protective. When shadows crept in from the vents and glass doors rattled with unseen hands his voice-silent yet certain-kept her grounded.</p><p>As the line between the living and the dead blurred Emma faced a choice: cling to the world that was slipping away from her or step into a connection that defied everything she thought she understood about love safety and belonging.</p>