Bedroom Door Detected

I wasn’t supposed to be scared. I was used to being home alone. That night felt

normal—too normal. At exactly **2:17 a.m.**, my phone buzzed with a notification.

**“Someone is at your back door.”** I sat up so fast my head spun. I hadn’t set any

alarm. My house didn’t even *have* a security system. Then I heard it.

A slow knock. Not loud. Not urgent. Just enough to let me know someone

was there. I stayed completely still, staring at my bedroom door.

My breathing felt too loud. The knock came again, followed by the soft scrape of metal—like

someone trying the lock. My bedroom light flickered. Footsteps moved