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What I saw chilled me to the bone.
Margaret stepped out of her room in a long white nightgown and walked slowly down the hallway. She paused directly outside our door, glanced around like she wanted to be sure no one was watching, and tapped three times. Then she simply… stood there.
I confronted Liam, trembling.
“You knew something was wrong, didn’t you?”
He hesitated. Then quietly said, “She doesn’t mean harm. She just… has her reasons.”
But he wouldn’t explain further.
I was done with unanswered questions. That afternoon, I approached Margaret myself.
She sat in the living room sipping tea. The TV murmured softly.
“I know you’ve been knocking at night,” I said. “We saw the video. I just want to know why.”
She placed her cup down with care. Her gaze locked onto mine — sharp, strange, unreadable.
Then she stood and walked away.
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