So I moved into this old hostel near my college, and the warden warned me not to open the door if someone knocked after midnight, even if they whispered my name. I thought it was just an old superstition—until that night. Around 12:30, I heard a soft knock and someone whispering, “Riya…” I checked the peephole—no one. The lights flickered, my phone buzzed, and my roommate texted, “Don’t open it, I’m outside your door… someone’s whispering from inside.” That’s when I heard the voice again, right behind me—“I told you not to open the do or.”
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