That night… I couldn’t sleep.
I kept turning from side to side, my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as if something might crawl out of the darkness at any moment. Every time I tried to close my eyes, the same images came back… the sack… the flesh… the mortuary attendant’s laugh.
And then—
knock… knock… knock…
I froze.
My heart began to pound violently against my chest.
—No… it can’t be… —I whispered.
The sound came again.
knock… knock… knock…
But this time… it wasn’t from the front door.
It was coming from my window.
I slowly sat up, my throat dry. I glanced toward my bedroom door… everything was silent.
—Dad? —I called softly.
No response.
The knock came again. Louder.
I forced myself to stand and walked slowly toward the window. Each step felt heavy, like my body didn’t belong to me anymore. My hands were shaking.
I gently pulled the curtain aside…
And what I saw made my blood run cold.
It was her.
The woman.
The same woman with the sack.
She stood outside under the faint streetlight. Her face was partially hidden, but her eyes… those eyes… I could never forget them.
She smiled.
A slow… twisted… unnatural smile.
Then she raised her hand… and pointed directly at me.
I stumbled backward, falling to the floor.
—No… no… this isn’t real…
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Footsteps rushed down the hallway.
—What happened? —it was Dad.
He burst into my room and found me on the floor, pale and trembling.
—What is it?
I pointed toward the window, my hand shaking uncontrollably.
—She… she’s out there… the woman…
Dad frowned and walked straight to the window. He pulled the curtain open in one swift motion.
Nothing.
The street was completely empty.
—There’s no one there —he said firmly—. You’re in shock… it’s normal after what you went through.
I shook my head.
—No, Dad… I saw her… she was right there…
But even as I spoke… a small doubt began creeping into my mind.
Did I really see her?
Or was my mind breaking under everything I had witnessed?
Dad helped me up and sat me on the bed.
—Listen to me carefully —he said, his voice serious—. Starting tomorrow, this is no longer just a case. It’s dangerous. Those people… if they suspect anything, they won’t stop.
I swallowed hard.
—Do you think they know…?
He didn’t answer.
And that silence… said everything.
The rest of the night, sleep never came.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part was realizing something I hadn’t considered before…
Yes… I had escaped the mortuary.
But that didn’t mean…
…that everything inside it hadn’t followed me home.
As the clock struck 3:17 a.m., one final thought echoed in my mind like a dark whisper:
What if… that night… something else walked out of that place with me?