Maya’s pov “Do you ever sleep, Mr. Ceiling?”That was the first thing I whispered into the air. I laid on my bed and I was looking up at the white paint that was cracked, over my head. The same sound. Thud… thud… thud started again. It was 2:03 a.m.Right on schedule.I pressed my pillow over my head, groaning. “Oh my God, is this man building furniture every night or what?”Another thud. Then a low, drawn-out sound — something between a moan and a laugh — floated down through the ceiling.I froze.That… definitely didn’t sound like someone assembling a table.“Okay,” I muttered, sitting up, hair falling into my face. “Maybe he’s… watching a movie. A very vocal movie.”Except the same thing had happened last night. And the night before that.Always at two.Always with that same steady rhythm.It was not so loud that it could wake the whole building up.But it was just loud enough. For it to torment me.It was like a constant reminder that somebody was upstairs. And
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