Her final touch was a life-size cutout of Harry Styles, which she stashed in her closet, waiting for the right moment to bring it out as a finishing scare. Stacey’s pulse quickened at the thought of her plan unfolding—she was ready to make the apartment feel truly haunted.
The next morning, Stacey woke up earlier than usual. She dressed for work, her heart racing with anticipation as she kept an ear out for her neighbor’s door. When she finally heard it creak open, she slipped out of her apartment, wearing an expression of casual surprise as she spotted her neighbor in the hallway.