Posted on October 1st, 2025

Would you open the closet door if it knocked back? 👻✨ Read ‘The Knock’ now on the blog….

The storm rattled the windows, thunder groaning like a warning. She was alone, buried in her textbooks, when she heard it—three faint knocks.

Not at the door.

From inside the closet.

Her breath caught. She whispered to herself, I imagined it. Just wind, just the storm.

Then came three more knocks, louder, deliberate, as if someone—or something—was answering her thoughts.

When she finally dared to open the closet door, nothing waited inside. Only her reflection, staring back from the mirror she didn’t remember putting there.

And it smiled.

🕯️ Author’s Note

School has me swamped, but I wanted to leave you all with a little October chill. Sometimes short and sharp is the scariest of all 👻