Here's a super short horror story about 'the uncanny in the everyday': "The Midnight Hallway"

"The Midnight Hallway" Xiao Ming lived on the fifth floor of an old apartment building. At two in the morning, he was woken by a "knock, knock, knock" sound coming from the living room. It was the sound of a cane tapping the floor. Xiao Ming remembered that old Mr. Zhang next door had passed away from a sudden illness just last week, and he used to love walking the hallway with his cane late at night. "It must be a neighbor bumping into something..." Xiao Ming kept telling himself, clutching his blanket tightly, afraid to make a sound. However, the "knock, knock, knock" sound penetrated the front door and echoed directly in the living room, steadily approaching his bedroom door. Xiao Ming's heart pounded with fear. Hiding under the covers, he stared intently through a gap in the blanket at the crack under his bedroom door. The sound stopped outside the bedroom door. In the dead silence, from the shadow beneath the door crack, a pair of extremely pale, vein-covered fingers slowly reached in. Then, Mr. Zhang's familiar, hoarse voice came from outside the door: "Xiao Ming... don't hide. Grandpa saw you standing there in the hallway earlier... So, who's in the blanket right now?"