Stop Scratching My Door

A man sits alone in his room at night. No background music. Only the slow sound of a ceiling fan.

He notices a thin scar on his forearm. He does not remember getting it. Over the next few

days, the scar slowly gets longer. Every night at exactly 3:17 AM,

it burns. One night, he sets up his phone and records himself sleeping.

In the morning, he watches the footage. At 3:17 AM, his body suddenly sits up.

His eyes stay closed. His mouth opens and whispers softly: “Stop scratching my door.”

The next frame glitches. Something moves under the scar, from the inside. The video cuts off.

That night, the scar begins to pulse like a heartbeat. Silence.