Something Entered My Apartment – But It Wasn’t Human

It was around 3 a.m. I was alone in my apartment, watching some dumb horror movie on Netflix. You know those nights when your brain tells you to just sleep already, but you keep watching anyway? Yeah, it was one of those.

Then—someone knocked on my door. Not rang the bell. Knocked. Three times. Slow and deliberate.

I live on the third floor. Nobody knocks at that hour. I peeked through the peephole—nothing. The hallway was completely empty.

I figured it was a prank or maybe a neighbor, so I sat back down.

Five minutes later—again. Three knocks. Louder this time.

I opened the door without thinking (stupid, I know). Still nothing. Just silence. Except… there was this faint scratching coming from the stairwell. Like someone dragging nails across the wall.

I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sat on the couch, pretending everything was normal.

And that’s when I realized—I hadn’t locked the balcony door.

I live on the third floor. Who could possibly…?

I started walking toward the balcony.

Suddenly, the power cut out. Total darkness.

Then—I heard the balcony door creak open. Not slammed. Just slowly, softly creaked.

I froze. Couldn’t move.

I swear, for a few seconds, I wasn’t alone in that apartment.

Then everything went silent again. Lights flickered back on. Door was closed.

But I know something was there.

I slept at my cousin’s for three days. I never told anyone. Who would believe me?