The Midnight Knock

"Who's that at the door?" Jenna whispered, eyes wide. Every night at exactly 2:15 AM, a mysterious knock echoed through the apartment. She'd moved in a month ago and thought it was just the old building settling, but tonight it was louder, more insistent. Her neighbor, old Mrs. Crawford, had warned her about the knock and how the previous tenant vanished without a trace. Jenna hesitated but approached the door. "Don't open it," Mrs. Crawford had said. "No matter what you hear."

With trembling hands, she peered through the peephole—nothing but darkness. The knock came again, now accompanied by a whisper, "Let me in." Heart racing, she backed away, but the knocking grew louder, the whispers more desperate. Suddenly, the door handle jiggled. Jenna screamed, grabbing her phone to call the police, but the line was dead.

In a flash, the knocking stopped, replaced by eerie silence. Wide-eyed and trembling, Jenna stared at the door. It slowly creaked open, revealing nothing but the empty hallway outside. The police found her the next morning, huddled in a corner, muttering about the midnight knock that never came.
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