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☘️Baby 🍀 Joy ☘️
Student @ University of Abuja
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS.
<p><br/></p><p>The first thing Amara noticed about the house was the door.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not the broken gate.</p><p>Not the peeling paint.</p><p>Not even the strange silence that seemed to swallow every sound around it.</p><p><br/></p><p>The door.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was at the end of the hallway, painted black, with a silver handle that looked strangely new compared to everything else.</p><p><br/></p><p>And it was always locked.</p><p><br/></p><p>“What's inside?” Amara asked on her first night.</p><p><br/></p><p>Her aunt stopped washing the plate in her hand.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Nothing.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Amara frowned. “Then why is it locked?”</p><p><br/></p><p>Her aunt didn't answer.</p><p><br/></p><p>Instead, she dried her hands, walked past Amara, and locked the front door.</p><p><br/></p><p>That was when Amara noticed something.</p><p><br/></p><p>Her aunt had locked three doors that night.</p><p><br/></p><p>The front door.</p><p><br/></p><p>Her bedroom door.</p><p><br/></p><p>And the black door at the end of the hallway.</p><p><br/></p><p>But Amara was certain she hadn't seen her aunt go anywhere near it.</p><p><br/></p><p>That night, she couldn't sleep.</p><p><br/></p><p>At exactly 2:13 a.m., she heard it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Knock.</p><p><br/></p><p>She sat up.</p><p><br/></p><p>Silence.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then—</p><p><br/></p><p>Knock. Knock.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was coming from the hallway.</p><p><br/></p><p>Amara slowly opened her bedroom door.</p><p><br/></p><p>The hallway was empty.</p><p><br/></p><p>She took one step forward.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then another.</p><p><br/></p><p>The black door was still there.</p><p><br/></p><p>Locked.</p><p><br/></p><p>She almost turned back when she heard a whisper from behind it.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Amara…”</p><p><br/></p><p>Her blood ran cold.</p><p><br/></p><p>She knew that voice.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was her mother's.</p><p><br/></p><p>Her mother had been dead for six years.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Amara…”</p><p><br/></p><p>The voice came again.</p><p><br/></p><p>She reached for the handle.</p><p><br/></p><p>Before her fingers touched it, her aunt's voice came from behind her.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Don't.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Amara froze.</p><p><br/></p><p>Her aunt stood at the other end of the hallway, staring at her.</p><p><br/></p><p>For the first time, Amara noticed the fear in her eyes.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not anger.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not surprise.</p><p><br/></p><p>Fear.</p><p><br/></p><p>“What is behind this door?” Amara whispered.</p><p><br/></p><p>Her aunt looked at the door.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then back at her.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Something that knows your name.”</p><p><br/></p><p>The lights went out.</p><p><br/></p><p>And from behind the door came three slow knocks.</p><p><br/></p><p>Knock.</p><p><br/></p><p>Knock.</p><p><br/></p><p>Knock.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then a voice whispered—</p><p><br/></p><p>“She's not supposed to know yet.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Amara turned toward her aunt.</p><p><br/></p><p>But her aunt wasn't looking at the door anymore.</p><p><br/></p><p>She was staring at Amara.</p><p><br/></p><p>Like she had just realized something.</p><p><br/></p><p>Like she had been hiding a secret for years.</p><p><br/></p><p>And then she whispered:</p><p><br/></p><p>“Because, Amara…”</p><p><br/></p><p>Her voice trembled.</p><p><br/></p><p>“You've been behind that door before.”</p>
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