The Clicking in the Night

Every night, same thing. Click. Click. Click.

I told Mom. She said it was "just the house settling." So I started sleeping

with a flashlight pointed right at the door. When I woke up, the batteries were

always dead.About two weeks in, I noticed the door was open one morning. Only a few inches,

but enough that I could see a handprint on the inside of the door - small, pale,

and upside down.I begged to switch rooms. She said no, told me I had an

overactive imagination. So I tried recording it. I put my old phone on the dresser and

hit record before I went to bed. When I played it back the next morning, there was a low