Listening.
I held my breath…
And it copied me.
Every inhale. Every tiny sound.
Then I whispered, “Hello?”
And it whispered back—
“Hello?”
Almost my voice.
Almost.
The wall began to stretch.
A face pressed outward from inside.
My face.
Smiling wrong.
Its mouth opened.
“Don’t knock back,” it said.
I ran.
I thought I was safe.
But the next night, at 2:17…
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Not from the wall.
From behind me.