Something Opens My Door Every Night at 3:33
If you’re reading this, I guess I need to say it out loud. I’m scared. Not “bad dream” scared—like, something’s coming and I don’t think I’ll be here tomorrow scared.
For 17 nights, my door’s been unlocking by itself. 3:33 AM. No sound, no person, no damn explanation. Just… click. Every time.
I live alone. Tiny apartment, flickering hallway, bad insulation, cheap rent—you know the type. Thought I was losing it. Then I saw it on video. The lock moving by itself.
Tried tape. Furniture. Nails. Nothing matters. Last night it walked in. I didn’t see it, but I felt it kneel beside me. It touched my hair. Said, “You’re almost ready.”
I can’t explain it. I don’t want to explain it.
It’s 3:15 AM again.
Lights are on. Knife’s in my hand.
But I know it’s not gonna help.
I think tonight’s the night it takes me.
Wish me luck. Or don’t.
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