JakeHee|| Knock, Knock
I woke up to a sound.It wasn't loud, nor urgent-just a soft, deliberate knock against wood. The kind that lingers, waiting to be acknowledged.Knock, knock.The room was dark, except for the faint glow of streetlights bleeding through the curtains. Everything looked the same-the walls, the ceiling, the bed I was lying on.Nothing was out of place.And yet, something felt... wrong.Knock, knock.The sound wasn't coming from the front door. It was closer. Much closer.Right outside my bedroom.The silence stretched on, thick and suffocating. The ticking of the clock felt louder than it should have. I didn't move, didn't reach for the light. I only lay there, listening, breathing.I had locked the front door. My smart lock made sure no one could enter without the code.So then... who was standing out there?…
