The Man at My Door Had Daniel’s Face

Part 1 — The Knock The first time I saw him, it was exactly 12:17 a.m. I had just checked my phone while lying awake, wondering why my fiancé, Daniel, had not called. We had been together for almost three years, but lately he had become distant and would disappear for hours without explanation. Then someone knocked on my door. A man outside called me “Baby” in Daniel’s exact voice. I was about to open the door when my phone rang. It was Daniel. He told me not to open the door because he was nowhere near my house. Through the peephole, I saw a man with Daniel’s face, hairstyle and black shirt. He looked straight at me, smiled and whispered, “I know you’re there.” To be continued.

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