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You wake up in the middle of the night because you hear your name. Not loud. Just a soft whisper. Right next to your ear. At first, you think it’s a dream. You keep your eyes closed and try to ignore it. Then it happens again. Your name. Clear this time. You open your eyes. Your room is dark, but you can still see the shapes of things—your desk, your chair, your door. Everything looks normal. Except your door is open. Just a little. You’re sure you closed it before sleeping. You stare at it, wai