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The Knock at 3:00AM I always wake up at exactly 3:00AM. At first, I thought it was normal. Maybe stress. Maybe my body clock. But last night… it was different. My phone lit up. 3:00AM. Then I heard it. Knock. Soft. Slow. From my bedroom door. I live alone. I froze under my blanket. My heart was beating so loud I was sure whoever was outside could hear it. Knock. Three times. I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight. The door was closed. The handle wasn’t moving. Maybe it wa