I live alone in a pretty average apartment complex. Nothing fancy, nothing sketchy. Just normal. Thin walls, occasional loud music, someone always doing laundry at midnight.
One night, I woke up to knocking. Not pounding. Jus steady knocking. I checked my phone. 2:17 AM. At first, I thought I imagined it. I lay there for maybe 10 seconds, trying to decide if my brain made it up. Then it happened again. Knock. Knock. Knock. Not aggressive. Just calm. Which honestly made it worse.