Knock, Knock, Knock! Open the door.

Around the world, countless stories exist, and this location is no exception.

In a secluded vacation home within the forest, a sign reads, "Do not open the door if you hear a knock at night."

A 24-year-old woman seeks relaxation after leaving her job in the bustling city. She aspires to embrace a tranquil life in the forest, drawn by its peaceful ambiance, which she believes will aid in healing her spirit. The sign failed to capture her attention; she dismissed it as a mere prank.

As night fell, she organized her belongings and completed her tasks before succumbing to sleep.

"Knock, knock, knock."

She awoke abruptly, straining to hear the sound, which had ceased. Assuming it was merely animals passing by, she returned to slumber.

On the following night, the sound returned, louder than before.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock."

Unable to endure the disturbance, she rose to peer through the window and discerned a shadowy figure standing before the house. Though the figure remained indistinct, a soft voice beckoned.

"Open the door for me..."

Curiosity eclipsed her fear. She cautiously opened the door a crack to investigate, yet found no one there. A cool breeze wafted into the home.

That night, she experienced an unsettling sensation, as though someone were wandering around her house. The sounds of heavy and light footsteps alternated, jolting her awake multiple times, accompanied by the whispered refrain, “Knock knock knock... Knock knock knock, open the door for me...”

The following day, she inquired with local villagers regarding her experiences, but they all responded indirectly. Their unified warning was clear:

“Do not open the door again. Regardless of what you hear, do not open the door!!”

On the third night, the knocking was more insistent than ever, disrupting her sleep entirely.

“Who’s there!”

She drew back the curtains to reveal a girl clad in muddy clothing standing outside. The child spoke softly,

“Help me, I’m lost…”

Her heart raced. Although fear surrounded her, a sense of compassion overcame it, compelling her to engage with the child. She reached for the door, unlocking it. As she opened the door, the girl lifted her gaze, revealing hollow eyes. A wide smile split her face, stretching from ear to ear. The sound of “Knock knock knock” reverberated from all directions before the house was plunged into darkness.

The following morning, the vacation home appeared entirely shut, as if it had never been inhabited. She was never seen again. A faint message, inscribed in red, remained on the door:

"Thank you for opening the door for me."