In the quiet town of Black Hollow, there was an old cabin at the edge of the woods. No one lived there, yet lights flickered inside at night, and shadows moved behind the windows. Lena, a travel blogger seeking abandoned places, ignored the warnings and decided to spend the night there. Armed with a flashlight and her camera, she pushed open the creaky door. Dust danced in the air, and the wooden floor groaned under her weight. 

Everything seemed normal—until midnight.

The Knock at the Door

As Lena reviewed her footage, a soft knock echoed through the house. She froze.

There was no one outside.

She dismissed it as the wind and locked the door. But moments later, the knock returned—louder this time.

Then, a whisper.

"Let me in."

Her breath caught. The voice was neither male nor female, neither young nor old. It was something else entirely.

A Presence Unseen

Her flashlight flickered as she backed away. The air turned ice-cold. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the walls.

Then she saw it—a figure standing in the reflection of the old mirror. Pale, featureless, watching her.

Her heart pounded. She turned to run, but the door slammed shut on its own.

The whisper came again, this time inside the room.

"You let me in."

The lights went out.

By morning, the cabin was empty. Lena’s belongings remained, but she was gone—just like all the others before her.

And at night, if you listen closely, you can still hear the knock.

Would you open the door?

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