Don't Answer the Third Knock
Some visitors aren't meant to be welcomed
The rules were simple:
One knock, ignore it.
Two knocks, ignore it.
Three knocks—whatever you do, don't answer.
I laughed it off. Urban legend nonsense.
Until midnight came, and I heard the first knock.
Then the second.
At the third, the doorknob rattled. My dog whimpered under the couch.
I peeked through the peephole.
No one was there.
But when I turned around, muddy footprints led from the door... directly to my bedroom.
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