The Woman at the End of the Hall

Owen inherited a house from an aunt he barely knew. Three hours from anywhere. Clean rooms, good bones, a long hallway on the second floor.On the third night, there was a woman standing at the end of it. She didn't move. She didn't speak. She was simply there — and then, the following week, a little closer. And the week after that, closer still. Owen was a practical man. So he got out a notepad and started marking her position with an X. Tonight, The Midnight Operator tells you what she was waiting for. You may want to leave a light on.