The Midnight Knock
It was just past midnight when Laura heard the knock. A slow, deliberate tap at the front door. She paused her movie, listening. The knock came again—three steady thuds.
Laura’s neighborhood was quiet, with no reason for visitors this late. She peered through the peephole but saw no one. Uneasy, she called out, “Who’s there?”
No answer.
As she backed away from the door, her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: Don’t answer the door.
Her heart raced. She tried to reply, but the number was untraceable.
The knock came again, louder this time. She felt her pulse quicken, unsure whether to call the police or ignore it. Then, another text: Whatever you do, don’t look outside.
Panic set in. She rushed to close all the blinds, locking every door and window. The knocking became frantic, as if whoever was outside was growing impatient.
Suddenly, the noise stopped. Silence.
Laura stood frozen in the middle of the living room, her breath heavy, eyes wide. Just as she was about to exhale a sigh of relief, her phone buzzed one more time: You looked, didn’t you?
Her blood ran cold. Slowly, she turned her head toward the large window she hadn’t covered. A face, pale and twisted, stared back at her through the glass.
The knocking began again, this time from inside the house.
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