It started quietly, almost like a joke my tired mind was playing on me. Every night, exactly at 2:11 A.M., there was a knock on my door. Not loud. Not aggressive. Just three slow knocks that were strong enough to wake me fully. I lived alone, and at first I thought it was drunk neighbors or children passing by.
After the first week, fear set in. I checked through the window every time, but no one was ever there. The street was empty, silent, and still. I stopped sleeping properly. My job performance dropped. I became jumpy, angry, and confused.…CONTINUE READING
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