I was sitting on the couch scrolling when I heard my door handle move.
Not a knock. The handle.
At first I thought it was another apartment because the walls are weird here. Then it happened again, slower.
I went to the door but didn’t open it. I just stood there listening.
No voice. No “maintenance.” Nothing.
After a minute, I heard normal footsteps walking away.
The hallway was empty when I checked the peephole.
I asked downstairs later, and they said nobody was sent up.
I lock the door now even when I’m home.
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