The Knock at Midnight Sarah sat alone in her small apartment, the dim glow of her laptop the only light in the room. Outside, the city was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves. She was engrossed in her work when a sharp knock echoed from her front door. She froze. It was midnight—too late for visitors. Another knock, louder this time. "Who’s there?" she called, her voice trembling. No answer. Slowly, she approached the door, peeking through the peephole. No one was there. Her breath hitched as she stepped back, but before she could turn, a whisper came from behind her: "I wasn’t at the door."