The Two Doors

I thought the knocking was coming from my door. It wasn't aggressive. Just slow.

Intentional. Three knocks. Pause. Three more. I checked the

time on my phone. 2:17 a.m. I live alone, and no one

would show up unannounced. I stayed still. The knocking came again.

But it wasn't the front door. It was coming from inside my apartment.

From the hallway. Then I heard footsteps. Bare feet. Slow.

Careful. I reached for my phone, but a notification popped up.

Someone was outside. Someone who looked exactly like me. It tilted its head toward the