Don't Rent A House Where Someone Died

I felt my mind go blank when I heard the old woman.

“That’s impossible! I heard them arguing last night!”

The old woman looked strangely at me. Then, she turned and ran off.

Soon, I heard the sound of a door lock snapping into place. The old woman lived on the third floor as well. In fact, she lived right across from me.

Was I really hallucinating?

I had moved into this apartment building for a week, and I was sure that I saw the couple in 303 walking in and out every day. How could it have been empty?

But when I thought about it, I recalled that I had only seen the couple after the sun went down.

I had never really checked the apartment next door, except maybe in my dream.

I felt my skin crawl. I looked outside. The sun was still out, and I felt a little bold.

I could just take a look and see if anyone was really staying there. I could not possibly run into ghosts while it was bright outside, could I?

I had heard the wife knocking on my door last night, though. I had also heard the husband hitting his wife.

While I was thinking about it, I arrived outside 303.

The couple’s door was old, and there was a small crack beside the peephole. Through it, I could look inside the apartment.

Since the crack was small, I had to focus.

The inside slowly became clearer to me, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

It was dark inside, but the light from outside the window filtered in and revealed an abandoned apartment. The place was burnt black from the fire. No one could possibly be living there.

What had I really been hearing coming in and out of the apartment all week?

My skin crawled. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I trembled. When I turned around to look, I was so terrified that my knees nearly buckled.

“Sir, what are you doing?”

The wife was right behind me. In her hands was a bag full of groceries.

Her beautiful face was as pale as a ghost’s.

The sun was about to set.

“You…” I pointed at her, but I found myself unable to even utter a word.

“Are you feeling sick?” She fished out her keys and opened the door.

The smell of flowers came from within, and she smiled at me. “Why don’t you come in?”

“I don’t need to, thanks,” I said and rejected her offer, but my eyes were glued to the space behind her.

The apartment was decorated in a way that made it feel very homely. It was a completely different sight from the abandoned apartment I had seen moments ago.

“Oh, don’t be such a stranger. Come in!” said the wife and grabbed my wrist.

I fought back with everything I had, but she was strong. Her grip was like iron, and I could not break free.

“Let me go!” I shouted and grabbed the door frame. I did not want to go in.

But suddenly, the wife’s face changed. “Come in! Otherwise, no one can save you!”