The Late Shift" The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly as Sarah worked late in the office, her cubicle the only one still illuminated. The silence was thick, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioning. She glanced at the clock—11:37 PM. As she typed, a sound made her pause. A faint shuffling, like papers rustling, came from the far end of the office. She leaned back, straining to listen. "Hello?" she called out. No response. She brushed it off, convincing herself it was just the air vents. But minutes later, there it was again. This time, closer. Sarah stood, her pulse quickening. The open-plan office stretched into the dimly lit corners. She grabbed her phone, activating the flashlight, and took tentative steps toward the noise. The sound stopped abruptly. She froze, her light catching the edge of a desk. A shadow flickered, just out of view. "Who's there?" she demanded, her voice shaking. The only reply was the sudden crash of a chair falling over. Sarah spun around, the flashlight darting across the room. Empty cubicles stared back at her. And then, her phone buzzed—a text. She looked down. "Why did you stay?" it read. Her blood ran cold. Before she could process it, the lights flickered and went out. The silence returned, heavier now, and Sarah felt a presence behind her. --- What do you think?