For years, customers came and went.
They browsed, shopped, sat nearby…
But no one noticed her.
A woman, curled silently on the top shelf of an old storage unit.
No ID. No record.
Just a blank stare… and a journal full of symbols no one could read.
Workers only found her when they heard whispers —
but cameras showed… nothing.
Until 3AM.
That’s when her head would slowly turn… and she’d smile.
When asked how long she’d been there,
she whispered:
“I came here before the store was even built…”
