Whispers Behind the Sealed Door

I moved into a cheap apartment last month. Everything was normal… except for one door in the hallway.

It was locked tight. No handle. No keyhole. Just a metal plate. When I asked the

landlord, he said, “Don’t worry about that room. It’s sealed for

a reason.” That should’ve been my first warning. Last night, around 2 AM,

I heard something. A soft tapping. Then whispering. Coming from behind that door.

I pressed my ear against it. The whispering stopped. Then something whispered my name.

Slow. Clear. Right against the door. I stepped back.

And the door… shifted. Just slightly. Like something inside leaned against it.