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Hello Guys, if you haven't read the first part then you can read it by clicking this link 👉  https://cinescope129.blogspot.com/2025/08/the-three-words-part-3-notebook-returns.html Now let's move to the next part guys 😉   “Sometimes the scariest doors aren’t the ones you open, they’re the ones you never knew existed.” Adrian stood in the hallway, his smile sharp, deliberate. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then, without a word, he turned and walked upstairs to his apartment. But something in that smile told me it wasn’t over. The Strange Sound Hours later, long after midnight, I couldn’t sleep. I sat clutching Mira’s notebook, rereading her frantic notes, when I heard it again  scrape… scrape… Not from my storage room this time. From above. Adrian’s apartment. The sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor. https://www.profitableratecpm.com/mnd2hhyp?key=1ca08a3d1a558fe0f51048c3968660fb The Hidden Door I couldn’t ignore it. With shaking legs, I ...

 Hello Guys, if you haven't read the last part then you can read it by clicking this link 👉👉 https://cinescope129.blogspot.com/2025/08/the-three-words-part-2-room.html Now let's move to the next part guys 😉   “When the knock came a second time, it wasn’t from inside my apartment—it was from the front door.” I froze in the storage room, the paper still in my hands. He knows you’re alone. The words burned into me, louder than the footsteps I’d just heard. The footsteps stopped. Then, a knock. Three sharp raps, this time from the hallway. The Visitor I crept to the door, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” I whispered. No answer. Only silence, thick and pressing. Against my better judgment, I opened it. A stranger stood there. Not Adrian. Not Mira. A tall man in a grey coat, his face hidden under a hat. In his hand was something I recognized instantly, Mira’s missing notebook. He didn’t say a word. Just held it out, almost forcing me to take it, before turning and walkin...

 Hello Guys, if you haven't read the first part then you can read it by clicking this link 👉👉 https://cinescope129.blogspot.com/2025/08/the-last-text-from-mira-read-only-three.html Now let's move to the next part guys 😉 “Some doors shouldn’t be opened. But this one… it was already waiting for me.” The knock came again. Three short taps, steady, deliberate. From inside the storage room. We never used it—it was a narrow, dusty space with a single overhead bulb that hadn’t worked in years. It only ever held a few boxes from the last tenant. Or at least, that’s what I thought. The Sound Inside I pressed my ear to the door. Silence. Then— scrape… scrape… like something being dragged slowly across the floor. “Mira?” I whispered. My voice cracked. No reply. I hesitated, phone in hand, ready to call the police. But something stopped me. If Mira was in there, she might not have time to wait for help. I twisted the handle. What I Saw The smell hit first stale air and so...