Midnight has passed, and in the stillness of these hours, the hauntings are never silent.

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After midnight.

When he first moved into the house, there was nothing about it that suggested anything unusual

had ever happened there, which was part of the

reason he felt comfortable committing to it so quickly. It sat just outside Williamsburg on a

quieter stretch of road, far enough from the busier areas, to feel removed, but not so far

that it felt isolated, and the neighborhood itself had the kind of consistency that made it easy

to settle into without much adjustment. The house wasn't large, but it didn't need to be. It had

two bedrooms, a simple layout, and an unfinished basement that had been partially converted

into a separate apartment at some point in the past.

That detail had been mentioned almost in passing when he first looked at the property,

and at the time it didn't seem important enough to think much about beyond noting that it added a little extra space.

For the first few months, everything felt exactly the way it should have.

He settled into a routine without much effort, learning the small, predictable sounds of the house,

and the way it shifted slightly depending on the time of day.

The floors creaked in certain places, the pipes made noise when the temperature changed,

and the walls carried just enough sound that it never

felt completely silent, even when he was the only one home. Nothing stood out. That was what made

the change so easy to overlook at first. The activity didn't begin in a way that forced his attention.

Instead, it showed up in small, scattered moments that could be

explained without much effort if he chose to look at them that way. A faint sound in the kitchen

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