I Shamed a Zero-Tip Ghost—Then the Knock Went Viral and Turned Dangerous

dark. A layer of dust coated the glass.

On a wobbly TV tray next to his recliner, I saw them.

A row of coffee cups. Four of them. Unopened. Cold.

“You… you didn’t drink the ones from the last few nights?” I asked, confused.

He slowly lowered himself into the chair. “No, ma’am. Caffeine keeps me up. And the doctor says my stomach can’t take it.”

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