Here's a chilling horror story for you… 👻
The Knock at 3:07 AM
Ravi had just moved into his new apartment in Mumbai. It was cheap, quiet, and surprisingly spacious for the price. The landlord had seemed nervous while handing over the keys.
"Don't open the door after 3 AM," the old man had muttered before leaving.
Ravi laughed it off.
The first few nights were normal. But on the fourth night, Ravi woke up suddenly. His room was dark and cold. His phone screen lit up.
3:07 AM.
Then he heard it.
Knock… knock… knock…
Three slow knocks on his apartment door.
Ravi froze. Maybe it was a neighbor?
Again.
Knock… knock… knock…
Slow. Heavy. Deliberate.
His heart pounded. He walked quietly to the door and looked through the peephole.
Nothing.
The corridor lights flickered. Empty hallway.
He stepped back.
Then his phone vibrated.
Unknown Number.
With trembling hands, he answered.
There was only breathing.
Slow. Wet. Close.
Then a whisper:
"Why didn't you open the door?"
Ravi's blood ran cold. The voice wasn't coming from the phone anymore.
It was coming from behind him.
He slowly turned around.
Standing in the corner of his dark living room was a tall shadow. Its head was bent unnaturally to one side. Its eyes were wide. Too wide. And its smile stretched across its face… far beyond human.
It spoke again.
"You looked through the peephole."
Ravi screamed and ran toward the door. He unlocked it and threw it open.
The hallway was empty.
Silent.
Safe.
He looked back inside his apartment.
The shadow was gone.
Breathing heavily, he stepped back in.
That's when he noticed something.
On the inside of his door…
Three deep scratch marks.
And written in something dark and dripping:
"Tomorrow, open it."
At that exact moment…
Knock… knock… knock…
His phone screen lit up again.
3:07 AM.
If you want, I can write a more scary one, a short horror story, or a ghost story based in a village in India 😈