The Third Door

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A hidden door appears at midnight. The new apartment looked cozy, but something felt off. The landlord's warning echoed in his mind: “If a third door appears, never open it.” He laughed it off. Just an old building with creaks and groans, right? Every night at 3:17 AM, it started. Soft footsteps scuttling inside the walls. Heart racing, he pulled the blanket tight, convincing himself it was just the building settling. On the third night, the footsteps grew louder. He sat up, chills running down his spine. Suddenly, a scratching sound came from behind the wall. It was almost rhythmic, like a heartbeat pulsing through the plaster. His eyes darted to the corner where the third door had materialized. The handle glinted in the moonlight. The warning replayed in his head. But curiosity clawed at him. He crept towards it, heart pounding. Just a peek, he thought. Just a quick look. He reached for the handle, and the moment his fingers touched the cold metal, the footsteps stopped. Silence filled the air, thick and suffocating. Then, a soft whisper seeped through the door: “Let me out.” He froze. Panic surged. The voice was familiar. It sounded like him. Suddenly, the walls trembled, and the door swung open on its own. Darkness spilled out, an abyss that swallowed the light. A shadowy figure emerged, identical to him but twisted, eyes hollow. Without thinking, the figure lunged. The door slammed shut, leaving only silence. The next day, the landlord found the apartment empty, a third door mysteriously sealed. No sign of the young man. Just the echo of footsteps at 3:17 AM.