🕯️ Story: “The Knocking”
Every night at 3:13 a.m., Clara heard the knocking.
Three knocks.
Silence.
Then two.
Like a pattern, like Morse code—but darker. More intentional.
She lived alone, in a fifth-floor walk-up. No neighbors. No hallway.
On the seventh night, she stayed awake, phone in hand, camera pointed at the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Pause.
Knock. Knock.
She crept closer. No one outside. No sound beyond her shallow breath. She turned to retreat—
—and saw the door was open behind her.
It had been knocking from inside the whole time.
#MidnightRooted
Use #MidnightRooted for a serialized theme: eerie tales rooted in domestic places—apartments, homes, basements, or rooms where something ancient has made its home. A creeping presence where you thought you were safe.
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