someone shouting at 3:17 AM

Intro

They say nothing good ever happens after 3 a.m. I never believed that—until the night someone knocked on my door at exactly 3:17 in the morning.

Body

The sound was sharp, deliberate. Knock. Knock. Knock.

I froze in bed, my heart racing. Nobody visits at that hour. I checked my phone—no messages, no calls. Just silence.

At first, I thought it might be a neighbor in trouble. But when I peeked through the peephole, the hallway was empty.

I tried to convince myself it was nothing, maybe the wind. But then—three more knocks, louder this time, right against the wood.

I didn’t look again. Instead, I locked the chain and backed away. That’s when I noticed something on the floor: a folded piece of paper had been slipped under the door.

With trembling hands, I opened it. The note read:

“Thank you for letting me in.”

Ending

A chill swept over me. I hadn’t opened the door.

I turned slowly, and that’s when I saw my bedroom door—

wide open.