Tap Tap

Something is tapping. It isn't stopping.At first, it's nothing. A faint, irregular sound—easy to dismiss, easy to explain away.But it keeps coming back.Day after day, night after night, the tapping settles into the edges of life. It starts to feel deliberate. Timed. Not random at all.Attempts to locate it fail. Attempts to ignore it fail faster.Because the worst part isn't the sound.It's the growi...