“The Last Knock”
Every Halloween night, Mira heard three knocks on her door — soft, slow, certain.No one ever stood outside. Just the sound, then silence.This year, she knocked back. Once. Twice. Thrice.The door creaked open on its own.Inside her house, a voice whispered —“Finally.”And when her neighbors passed by the next morning,her door was closed again.But from then on, they heard four knocks.