You hear a scrape against the pavement. It is not a footstep, but rather the sound of something being dragged. You’ve just made your commute to work and are walking through the parking garage. A figure looms in the distance, barely visible. It’s still dark outside in the pre-dawn hours of the morning. The hairs on the back of your neck prick up.
You walk faster, shaking your head and telling yourself not to over-think it. It’s probably just someone else that works in your office building. Your morning coffee hasn’t kicked in and this could just be the remnants of a nightmare.