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In 1793, in a small village in the north of France, there was something people feared… but could never explain. They didn’t know its name. They didn’t know where it came from. But they all agreed on one thing… It only came at night. And when it did… it would knock. Not loud. Not aggressive. Just three slow, deliberate knocks. Knock… knock… knock… The elders used to warn everyone: “If you hear it… do not open the door. No matter what you hear after.” Most people listened. Until one winter night.