@metaphysiko: I rented a cabin in the woods for the weekend, and I was the only person staying there. Nothing unusual. The place was clean. The doors were locked. The windows were shut. I checked every room before going to bed. Then, at 1:13 in the morning, I heard footsteps outside. Slow footsteps. Step. Step. Step. I froze in bed. I told myself it was an animal. Then I heard someone walk across the porch. I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight. The hallway was empty. I stayed there for several minutes. Then I heard three knocks. From the front door. I called the Airbnb host. Straight to voicemail. I called again. Nothing. Then my phone buzzed. A message from the host. Are you awake? I typed back: Yes. Why? He replied immediately. Do not open the door. My stomach dropped. I asked him why. He didn’t answer. Then someone knocked again. Three times. Knock. Knock. Knock. I slowly walked toward the window. There was nobody on the porch. But there were footprints in the snow. They started at the edge of the woods. And ended directly outside my door. I backed away. Then I heard something upstairs. A floorboard creaked. I was alone. I grabbed my phone and called the host again. This time, he answered. His voice was barely a whisper. “Listen to me.” “What happened?” “Did you check the upstairs bedroom?” “Yes.” “Are you sure?” My blood went cold. “Yes.” He went silent. Then he said: “Whatever you do, don’t go upstairs.” I looked toward the staircase. Another floorboard creaked. Then another. Someone was walking down the stairs. Slowly. Step. Step. Step. I backed into the kitchen. The footsteps stopped. Silence. Then I heard breathing. Right behind me. I turned around. Nobody was there. My phone buzzed. Another message from the host. It knows you’re awake. I stared at the screen. Then the front door unlocked itself. I ran upstairs. I locked myself in the bedroom. The doorknob started turning. Slowly. I held my breath. The door opened two inches. Nobody was there. Then something whispered my name. From underneath the bed. I dropped my phone. I ran for the window. Behind me, I heard something crawl across the floor. I climbed out onto the roof. I jumped into the snow and ran toward the road. The police arrived twenty minutes later. They searched the entire cabin. Nothing. No broken windows. No footprints upstairs. No intruder. Then one officer came outside. He looked confused. He asked me: “Where did you say you heard the footsteps?” “Inside the cabin.” He stared at me. “That’s strange.” “Why?” He pointed toward the bedroom window. “There are footprints coming out of that room.” I felt my stomach drop. “How?” He didn’t answer. He just looked toward the cabin. Then I heard something. Three slow knocks. Knock. Knock. Knock. From inside the bedroom. The officer raised his flashlight. The bedroom door slowly opened. And standing in the doorway… was the Airbnb host. I looked at my phone. The call was still connected. I heard his voice whisper: “Don’t look at him.” I turned back toward the cabin. The figure in the doorway slowly smiled. I haven’t stayed in an Airbnb since. But sometimes, when I’m alone at night, I hear three knocks on my front door. Knock. Knock. Knock. And every time… I hear the same voice from the cabin whisper: “Are you awake?” #horrortok #creepy #scarystories #scary #fyp

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