Ethan lived alone in an old house that had been empty for decades.
For the first few nights, everything was normal.
Then, at 2:43 a.m., he heard a voice beneath his bedroom floor.
“Ethan…”
He sat up in bed.
The voice came again.
“Ethan… help me.”
He searched the entire house but found nothing.
The next night, the voice returned.
This time, it sounded exactly like his mother.
“Please, Ethan. I'm cold.”
His mother had been dead for eight years.
Terrified, Ethan moved his bed and discovered a small wooden trapdoor beneath it.
There was no handle.
Only three words carved into the wood:
DON'T LET ME OUT.
Ethan stepped away.
Suddenly, something underneath the trapdoor scratched the wood.
Slowly.
Three times.
Then the voice whispered:
“Ethan… I know you're there.”
He ran downstairs and called the police.
When they arrived, they found nothing beneath the floor.
The trapdoor had disappeared.
The officers laughed and left.
Ethan finally returned to his bedroom.
His bed was exactly where he had left it.
But written across the wall in fresh black letters were four words:
“THANK YOU FOR OPENING IT.”
Then Ethan heard footsteps behind him.
They sounded exactly like his own.
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