Episode 1: The First Knock
It was exactly 2:13 AM when I heard the knock.
Three slow taps.
Knock… Knock… Knock.
I sat up in bed, confused. My small apartment was silent except for the faint humming of the refrigerator in the kitchen.
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I checked my phone.
2:13 AM.
Who could possibly be knocking at this hour?
My name is Daniel, and I had lived alone in that apartment in Lagos for nearly a year. The neighborhood was quiet, mostly office workers and small families. Nothing strange ever happened there.
Until that night.
I held my breath and listened.
Nothing.
Maybe I imagined it.
Just as I was about to lie back down—
Knock… Knock… Knock.
This time louder.
My heart began to race.
I walked slowly to the door, my feet cold against the tiled floor. The corridor light outside usually shone through the gap under the door, but tonight it was dark.
I cleared my throat.
“Who is there?”
No answer.
I peered through the peephole.
No one.
The hallway was completely empty.
I hesitated before unlocking the door and opening it slightly.
The corridor stretched quietly in both directions.
No footsteps. No sound.
Just silence.
Then I noticed something on the floor.
A small brown envelope.
And written on it were three chilling words:
“DON’T OPEN THE DOOR.”
To be continued.
Next episodes pls