Harry lay in bed in the dead of the night, and at first he doesn't hear it.

There's a light tapping on his bedroom door.

His wife and daughter are away, there's no one who would need him right now, so maybe

that's why it doesn't wake him up.

But then, louder.

This, he can't ignore, and it pulls him out of his sleep.

He slides into his slippers and stumbles out of bed.

Why was someone at his bedroom door?

It was 3 a.m.

Harry opens the door, prepared to give someone a piece of his mind.

But when the door creaks open, there's no one there.

Just the long, dark hallway, and family photos staring back at him.

Then he hears it again.

There's still sleep in his eyes, yet he wanders down the hall towards the noise, now coming

from near his daughter's room.

He swings the door open, but nothing.

Her room is in the same condition she left it in.

The door swings closed, and Harry shuffles back towards his room, convinced he had just

been hearing things.

But as he's halfway down the hall, footsteps, coming from inside the room where he just

shut the door.

That's it, he thinks.

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