The Midnight Knocker

Everyone in my building agreed on one rule… Never answer the door after midnight. I moved in on a

Tuesday. Cheap rent. Quiet hallway. Too quiet. The first night,

at exactly 12:07 a.m., someone knocked on my door. Three slow knocks.

Evenly spaced. I froze. No footsteps. No voices. Just… knocking.

The next morning, I asked my neighbor about it. She went pale and said,

“You heard it too?” She told me the rule. After midnight, it knocks.

If you answer, it learns your voice. That night, I stayed awake. Lights on.

Phone ready. At 12:07, the knocking came again. This time…