The Room No One Opens

They say apartment 4B has been empty for 13 years.

No tenants.

No furniture.

No power.

But every night, at exactly 3:00 AM, the lights flicker on.

I didn’t believe it until last Thursday.

I live in 4C.

Right across the hall.

That night, I heard soft footsteps.

Not from above. Not from below.

From 4B.

I opened my door, slowly.

The hallway was dark—except for the light seeping out from under 4B’s door.

It wasn’t just the light.

There was a shadow...

Moving.

Pacing back and forth.

But the door was closed.

I leaned closer.

*Tap. Tap. Tap.*

Something tapped on the other side, exactly where my ear was.

I jumped back.

Then—

The door handle turned.

I ran.

The next morning, I told the landlord.

He laughed.

“There’s no door to 4B.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

He walked me down the hall.

Pointed at the wall between 4A and 4C.

“See? Just wall. No apartment here.”

He was right.

No door.

No number.

No trace of 4B ever existing.

But last night…

3:00 AM.

The light came back.

And this time,

**the tapping came from inside my room.**

*To be continued tomorrow… if you dare