Not loud — just three slow, deliberate knocks.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Enough to jolt me awake every time.

At first, I thought she needed help or was disoriented. But each time I opened the door, the hallway stood empty — dim, silent, still.

Liam brushed it off. “Mom never sleeps well,” he told me. “She wanders sometimes.”

But the more it happened, the more my nerves frayed.

After nearly a month, I needed answers. I bought a tiny camera and set it above the bedroom door. I didn’t tell Liam — he would’ve insisted I was being dramatic.

That night, the knocks came again.

Three soft taps.

I kept my eyes closed, pretending to sleep while my heart pounded.

The next morning, I watched the footage.

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