I stood still, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. The knock came again—slow… deliberate. I checked my phone. The voice note was still there. My voice. Same tone. Same fear. “Don’t open the door…” it repeated in my mind. But curiosity pulled me closer. I looked through the peephole… and my breath stopped. It was me. Same face. Same clothes. Standing outside… staring straight at the door, smiling slightly. Then my phone buzzed again. Another voice note. I didn’t want to press play… but I did. This time, my voice whispered: “You already opened it.” And suddenly… the knocking stopped.