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And without further ado, let's begin.

I need to share this before I convince myself that it didn't happen. I need to share this before I convince myself that it didn't happen.

This happened in December last year.

I was visiting my uncle in northern Minnesota, near the Canadian border.

He's the kind of guy who prefer solitude, lives in a cabin deep in the woods, no close neighbors, just the trees and

whatever lives in them. I never minded visiting. I like the quiet, in fact. But after that night,

I don't think that I'll ever be going back. It was the coldest night of the year that night,

at least negative 30 degrees.

My uncle had gone into town for supplies, so I was alone.

The cabin was warm, though, the fire crackling, and I was scrolling on my phone when I heard it,

something moving outside.

Not footsteps, more like a dragging sound, slow and deliberate.

At first I thought it was just the wind, but then came the knock, not at the door, at the window,

three slow, deliberate taps. I froze. My uncle's nearest neighbor was miles away, and no sane person

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