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.
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