I slowly stepped back from the door. My heart started racing, but I didn’t understand why. I hadn’t even looked through the peephole yet. “What man?” I asked, trying to stay calm. But my son didn’t answer. He just kept staring at the door like he was waiting for something. Then the knock came again. Same rhythm. Same calm sound. I checked the peephole. No one was there. I opened the door anyway. Empty. No footsteps. No car. Nothing. Just silence. But when I turned around… my son was gone from behind me. I found him in his room, under the blanket, shaking. And when I asked him what happened, he said something I’ll never forget. “He said you opened it too early.”
Would you open the door again?
