"The Door That Only Opens at 3:00 AM"


Posted by: The Unknown Hour

Date: July 24, 2025


My name is Aditya. I rent a cheap 1BHK flat in an old building in Lucknow. I thought I got lucky.


Until the door appeared.



---


It Wasn’t There Before


There was no door in the hallway when I moved in.


Just a blank wall next to the bathroom.


But last week, I woke up at 3:00 AM to drink water.

And I saw it.


A door. Wooden. No handle. No number. Just there.

Cold air poured from underneath.


I touched it.

It was warm.



---


The Whispers Behind It


Every night at exactly 3:00 AM, the door appears.

And behind it… whispers.


Sometimes it says my name.

Sometimes it sounds like my mother.

Sometimes it sounds like me.


One night I put my ear to it.


A voice whispered:

“We already opened yours.”


I don’t know what that means.



---


I Tried to Film It


I set up my phone to record the hallway.


But the next morning, the video cut out exactly at 2:59:59.

And when it resumed — the hallway was empty.


But on the floor… was a black footprint.


Not mine.



---


Last Night – The Door Was Open


It didn’t just appear.

It opened.


Only darkness inside. No walls. No sound. Just… nothing.


Then, something stepped out.


It looked like me. Same clothes. Same face.


But it smiled too wide.

And whispered:

“Your turn now.”



"A dark apartment hallway with a mysterious wooden door slightly open and a shadowy figure stepping out."



Final Words


If I disappear, don’t trust any updates from me.

Because I may not be the one writ

ing them anymore.


If you ever see a door that wasn’t there before…


Never open it.






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