Part 4 — Something Was Waiting Outside His Door
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The voice outside the bedroom sounded calm.
Patient.
Exactly like his mother.
“Honey, open the door.”
Aiden backed away.
His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it.
The driveway was empty.
His parents weren’t home.
Yet something outside his room knew exactly how his mother sounded.
He refused to answer.
For several seconds, the hallway remained silent.
Then the voice returned.
More forceful this time.
“Open the door.”
Aiden shouted back.
“No.”
The response came immediately.
“Fine. I’ll just unlock it myself.”
A chill raced through his body.
He grabbed a baseball bat leaning against the wall and stepped back.
The house fell silent once more.
Then he heard movement.
Slow footsteps.
The sound of someone approaching.
The handle began to move.
Slowly at first.
Then harder.
The door rattled.
Aiden tightened his grip on the bat.
Every story his grandfather had ever told seemed to be unfolding right in front of him.
The handle turned.
The door opened.
And standing there was his mother.
His real mother.
Confused and completely unaware of what had happened.
She stared at him holding the bat.
“What are you doing?”
Aiden immediately looked past her into the hallway.
Nothing.
No shadows.
No movement.
No sign of anyone else.
Moments later his father appeared carrying grocery bags.
They had genuinely just arrived home.
According to the story, Aiden told them everything.
The voice downstairs.
The phone call.
The empty driveway.
The thing outside his bedroom.
Nobody could explain it.
Years later, Aiden still insisted the experience happened exactly as he remembered it.
And according to him, the most frightening part wasn’t that something copied his mother’s voice.
It was that whatever was speaking knew precisely when she would arrive home.
Almost as though it had been waiting for her.