The Room That Never Sleeps
It was Halloween night when I checked into Room 213 — the only one available. The receptionist hesitated before handing me the key and said, “If you hear knocking… don’t answer. At midnight, the lights flickered, and my phone started vibrating on its own.Then came the knock. Soft at first… then louder… and louder.I finally opened the door — but no one was there.When I turned back, I saw muddy footprints leading to my bed. My phone buzzed again with a new message:“Thanks for letting me in.”