A Knock on the Door
“A story my mom has told me: She was living alone in an apartment near Waukomis, OK. It was ‘88 or ‘89. She had to have been 18 or 19. FYI, Waukomis is a weird/tiny town. She said she woke up and looked at the clock; it was 3 AM. She said she immediately felt a sort of visceral fear. And then someone knocks on her door. Probably out of some odd “I gotta know” curiosity, she answers …
… She says it’s a woman whom she still has NO idea who it was. They say, “Hi, is (insert mom’s name) here ?” ….. the door is not open wide at all, just a bit cracked; my mom pretends to turn her head to a “roommate” in the living room and asks, “Hey, do you know a (insert mom’s name)?” then she says “Sorry, we don’t know anyone by that name” and then shuts the door, locks that shit, and presumably doesn’t sleep for the remainder of the night Makes me shiver every time.”