The Door That Doesn’t Exist

Veins of Ink

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00:00It started three nights ago. A soft, rhythmic knocking. I live alone, top floor. My first

00:07thought was the pipes, maybe the building settling, but the sound was too deliberate.

00:12Knock, knock, knock. It came from the far wall of my bedroom. The one that backs onto thin air,

00:18twelve stories up. Last night I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed my ear against the cold plaster

00:25and the knocking stopped. Instead, a faint scratching began, like a nail dragging slowly

00:32across wood. Then a whisper, so quiet I thought I'd imagined it. It sounded like my own voice,

00:39but tired, desperate. It said, let me in. I pulled back, my heart pounding. Staring at the wall,

00:48I saw it, the faint shimmering outline of a doorknob slowly beginning to turn.

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