They say some knocks are just accidents, like kids playing… or a gust of wind. But what if… someone knocks every night, at the same time… three times… and then disappears? This is the story of the man… who knocked thrice. In a small town forgotten by time, lived an old man named Hamid. A retired schoolteacher, quiet and alone, ever since his wife passed away. One stormy night, just as the clock struck 3:00 AM, a knock echoed through the hallway. Knock… knock… knock… Hamid sat up in bed, heart racing. He lived far from the main road. No one should be outside at this hour. He opened the door. No one was there. Just the cold wind and darkness. Thinking it was a dream, he went back to bed. But he didn’t sleep. The next night, the same thing happened. Knock… knock… knock… Again, at exactly 3:00 AM. This time, he looked through the peephole. A shadowy figure stood motionless at the gate. He shouted, “Who’s there?” No reply. Just silence… When he opened the door again, the man was gone. Hamid began to feel watched. Every corner of his home felt colder. He told his neighbor the next morning. The neighbor paled… “You should leave this house… now.” The neighbor, old Safdar, explained a local legend… “Years ago, a man went door to door, knocking three times at 3:00 AM. Whoever answered… vanished by the third night.” “They say it’s a spirit — a soul denied entry to the afterlife, cursed to wander, knocking, searching…” Hamid didn’t believe it. “Just stories for kids,” he said. But the fear in Safdar’s eyes was real. That night, Hamid stayed awake, armed with prayer and a flashlight. At exactly 3:00 AM… Knock… knock… knock… But this time… the door slowly opened by itself. A shadowy figure stepped in. Tall, faceless… dripping wet. “You opened the door all three nights,” it whispered. Hamid froze. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The figure raised its hand and pointed at him. “Now… you belong to me.” The lights flickered… and went out. The next morning, the house was silent. Hamid was gone. No signs of struggle. No broken doors. No footprints. Just the faint sound of knocking… echoing in the air. Since that night, villagers say they hear knocks coming from Hamid’s empty house. Always at 3:00 AM. Always three times. And if you listen closely… You might hear a voice whisper… “Don’t open the door.” Because once you do… The man who knocks thrice… will come for you.