But the sound was too real, too consistent, leaving her more unsettled than logic could fix. By the fourth night, Emily felt herself starting to crack. Sleep was no longer a comfort; it had turned into a battleground between her rational thoughts and her wild imagination.
She realized he couldn’t keep ignoring the noises any longer. So, during lunch the next day, she decided to confide in Doug, a colleague from the history department. “Doug, I think I’m losing it,” Emily admitted, her voice shaking slightly.