I Shouldn’t Have Answered That Midnight Knock

I never believed in omens until the night someone knocked on my door at 2:13 AM. Three sharp raps—too deliberate to be a mistake. I watched from the peephole, but the hallway was empty. I should’ve left it alone. Instead, I opened the door. Cold air rushed in, thick with the scent of rain and something metallic. No one stood there, but a wet footprint—bare, impossibly long-toed—stained the doormat. I cleaned it up, locked every bolt, and tried to forget. But every night since, at exactly 2:13, my phone vibrates with a single message: "Let me in." My biggest regret? I opened the door once. Now, it’s always waiting. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality