Late at night, a woman heard a strange knocking from the other side of the wall – and a few minutes later, something completely unexpected happened

After the divorce, the woman found herself in a tiny sixteen-square-meter apartment in an old, half-ruined building. Cracked walls, worn doors, and a creaking bed became her new reality. She had fled from her husband, leaving everything behind: her familiar life, her hopes, and even the child she had lost.

It was a wound that wouldn’t heal, and instead of support, her husband had driven her into an even deeper hell. Scandals, arguments, jealousy without reason, and bans on leaving the apartment turned her existence into a nightmare.

One day, after yet another argument, the woman realized: if she stayed, her husband would destroy her completely. She left, fleeing with almost no money, only a small bag, and the desire to hide from him.

Because she had so little money, she had to rent a small apartment in an old building, without furniture or any comforts.

At night, she lay motionless under a thin blanket, listening to voices coming from neighboring houses. At first, she thought it was just the neighbors making noise.

But one night, something very unusual happened. It was three o’clock in the morning. A strange sound woke her abruptly. It was a knock. But not on the door – on the wall.

At first, she thought it was just the neighbors making noise. But the knocking repeated – dull, rhythmic, as if someone were trying to send a signal.

The woman slowly got out of bed, put on a T-shirt and shorts, stepped barefoot onto the cold floor, and walked toward the wall. She froze, pressing her ear to the cold surface. Her heart pounded with fear.

The knocking repeated. Quiet, almost imperceptible.

— Who’s there?.. — she whispered, though she knew she would likely get no answer.

But in the next second, something terrible happenedSuddenly, there was a sharp blow – so strong that the old partition trembled. In the next moment, the wall literally shattered into pieces, like cardboard.

The woman screamed and fell to the floor, covering her head with her hands. Plaster fragments fell onto her hair and shoulders.

When she lifted her eyes, a man stood in the doorway. Dressed in black, hood up, his face hidden in shadow. He stepped forward, and she saw only a silhouette. The man lunged toward her suddenly and grabbed her shoulder. She screamed, struggling to break free:

— Who are you?! What do you want?!

He didn’t answer, only pressed her harder to the floor. She tried to reach for her phone, but the man kicked it aside.

In desperation, she scratched and bit, but the strength was unequal. And then, when the faint light from the corridor fell on the stranger’s face, she saw his features.

It was him. Her husband.

— I told you, — he hissed, his voice twisted with hatred made her shiver. — You cannot run. I found you.

She felt him grab her hair and pull her head back.

— I came for you. And now you will only do what I say.

Her scream echoed through the empty corridors of the house, but no one answered. This house was abandoned; no one wanted to get involved in other people’s problems. She realized: she would have to save herself.