Elena reaches breaking point. Exhausted, paranoid, and haunted by the constant knocking beneath her floorboards, she refuses to open the hatch — or the door — no matter what the voice pretending to be Mark says. But as night stretches on, the entity’s whispers grow clearer, its presence stronger, and its tone… more familiar.
Now the voice outside her flat is using Mark’s warmth, his words — and even her own name — to draw her in. When the knocking turns to breathing and the whispers merge into one chilling phrase, “Let her in,” Elena realises the haunting isn’t confined to the apartment above anymore.