Every Night, My Mother-in-Law Knocked on Our Bedroom Door at 3 A.M. — So I Set Up a Hidden Camera. What We Saw Changed Everything.
Liam and I had been married for just over a year.
Our life together in our quiet Boston home had been peaceful — except for one strange thing: his mother, Margaret.
Every single night, exactly at 3 a.m., she would knock on our bedroom door.
Not hard — just three slow, deliberate taps.
Knock. Knock.
Knock.
Enough to wake me up every time.
At first, I thought maybe she needed help, or got confused in the dark. But whenever I opened the door, the hallway was empty — dimly lit, completely still.
Liam told me not to worry.
“Mom doesn’t sleep well,” he said.
“She just wanders sometimes.”
But the more it happened, the more uneasy I felt.
After nearly a month, I decided to find out the truth. I bought a small camera and placed it quietly near the top of the bedroom door. I didn’t tell Liam — he would’ve said I was overreacting.
That night, the knocks came again.
Three soft taps.
I pretended to sleep, my pulse racing.
The next morning, I played back the footage.
What I saw made my skin crawl.
Margaret, wearing a long white nightgown, stepped out of her room and slowly walked down the hallway.
She stopped right in front of our door, looked around as if checking that no one could see her, and knocked three times.
Then she just… stood there.
For ten full minutes, she didn’t move. She stared at the door, her face blank, her eyes cold and distant, like she was listening for something — or someone.
Then, without a word, she turned and disappeared down the hall.
I turned to Liam, my heart pounding. He looked pale.
“You knew something about this, didn’t you?” I asked.
He hesitated.
Then finally whispered, “Mom doesn’t mean any harm.
She just… has her reasons.”
But he said nothing more.
I was done with secrets. That afternoon, I confronted Margaret directly.
She was in the living room, sipping tea, the TV playing softly.
“I know you’ve been knocking on our door every night,” I said. “We saw the video.
I just want to understand — why?”
She set her cup down carefully.
Her eyes met mine — sharp, unreadable.
“What do you think I’m doing?” she said quietly, her voice so low it sent chills down my spine.
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