THE REASON I WOKE UP AT 3.00AM

It started a week ago.

Every night, at exactly 3:00 AM, Aarav woke up.

No alarm. No noise.

Just a sudden jolt, like someone had shaken him awake.

At first, he thought it was a coincidence. Maybe a bad dream.

But then he noticed the whispering.

Faint. Right outside his bedroom door.

Like someone was standing there. Waiting.

But when he checked…

Nothing.

By the third night, the whispering grew louder.

It wasn’t words. Just… a low, raspy murmur.

Aarav’s heart pounded as he crept toward the door.

He hesitated. Then, slowly, he opened it.

A blast of cold air hit his face.

And in the darkness of the hallway…

He saw a figure.

Tall. Motionless. Its face hidden in the shadows.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Then, just as Aarav reached for the light switch—

The figure rushed toward him.

Aarav stumbled back, slamming the door shut.

His hands shook as he locked it.

And the whispering turned into laughter.

Aarav started researching.

"Waking up at 3 AM"… "paranormal activity at 3 AM"…

One article caught his eye.

"The Witching Hour – When the Veil Between Worlds is Thinnest."

According to legends, 3 AM was when spirits roamed freely.

When they were strongest.

And when they looked for new hosts.

Aarav’s blood ran cold.

Something wasn’t just waking him up.

It was trying to reach him.

The next night, he stayed awake.

He kept his phone camera recording, determined to catch whatever was haunting him.

At 2:59 AM, the room was silent.

Then…

3:00 AM.

Aarav felt the air change.

His breath turned visible. The temperature dropped.

Then—the whispers began.

This time, he heard them clearly.

"Let me in."

His phone screen glitched. The whispers turned into screams.

And from the corner of his room, he saw it.

A figure, crawling out of the shadows.

Eyes pure black. A twisted, inhuman grin.

And then—

His phone screen cut to static.

Desperate, Aarav called his grandmother.

When she heard his story, her voice shook.

"Beta… do you remember the house you were born in?"

Aarav frowned. "Not really. Why?"

"Because the last person who lived there… vanished at 3 AM. Without a trace."

A chill ran down his spine.

"What happened to them?" he asked.

His grandmother hesitated.

"They say… something took them."

And now, it was coming for him.

Aarav decided to end it.

At 2:55 AM, he grabbed a knife and sat in front of his door.

If it came again, he would be ready.

The clock hit 3:00 AM.

The whispers began immediately.

"Let me in, Aarav."

He gripped the knife tighter.

Then—his phone rang.

His grandmother’s name flashed on the screen.

He answered.

"Beta," she whispered. "Don’t open the door. No matter what."

Aarav’s stomach twisted.

"I didn’t tell you it was at my door."

Silence.

Then his grandmother said the words that made his blood freeze.

"Because, beta… I can see you opening it."

Aarav looked down.

His hand was already on the doorknob.

And he didn’t remember moving it.

The next morning, Aarav’s mother found his room empty.

His phone lay on the floor, still recording.

She picked it up with trembling hands.

The video showed Aarav sleeping.

Then—3:00 AM.

A shadow stretched across the room.

The screen glitched.

And then…

Aarav was gone.

Vanished.

Just like the others before him.

And at the very end of the video, in a whisper so faint it was almost missed—

"See you at 3 AM."

💀The End💀

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