My Neighbor's Disturbing Secret

Every night, the thin walls of my apartment fail to block out the unsettling sounds emanating from next door. It is a constant, rhythmic disturbance suggesting a room full of people, yet my neighbor is known to live entirely alone. As the sleepless nights turn into a haunting obsession, the mystery of these impossible sounds begins to unravel. This horror novel follows the terrifying investigation into a hidden reality that defies logic and threatens the sanity of anyone listening.

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Chapter 2

That day, I was about to take a shower.

I had forgotten to lock the door after entering, though. When I heard the front door opening softly, I was a little alarmed.

Then, I heard the rustling of footsteps getting closer to the bathroom.

I quickly rushed to the door and locked it from the inside. My previous roommate was a lady, and I never had such a problem, so I had the habit of not locking the door.

I was careless. I forgot that I was living with a man. I wondered if he would have barged in if I locked the door a little later?

"Is that you? What are you trying to do?" I said in the iciest voice I could muster, trying to intimidate him.

I was terrified he would barge in. The bathroom door was not sturdy, after all, and any adult could have kicked it down.

No answer came; all I heard was quiet footsteps. He left.

I quickly showered and wrapped myself tightly. I put on my pajama robe and wrapped myself in a huge towel before walking out of the bathroom.

He was sitting on the couch with his back facing me. When he heard me coming out of the bathroom, he immediately turned to look at me with a calm smile. "I wanted to use the bathroom. I was a little sleepy, so I didn't realize you were there. I’m sorry."

He looked rather innocent.

"I-I see... It's fine."

After exchanging a few sentences, I returned to my room while he headed to the bathroom. I blew-dry my hair and put on a facial mask. When I came out of the room, he was no longer in the living room.

The door to his room was shut tight.

It felt like I was the paranoid one from the start. He, on the other hand, was always composed.

I forced myself to calm down and kept telling myself I was overthinking things.

Did I have a preconceived notion about him all this while?

At that moment, I noticed something strange. Did I hang my clothes this way? I could not recall it being that way exactly.

I could not be sure since it was always a random action.

"I'm just being paranoid," I muttered to myself.

My roommate's door was facing the balcony. Just when I finished hanging my clothes on the balcony and turned around, I suddenly noticed…

I did not know when, but the door to his room was slightly ajar. Through the slit, I noticed the reflection of his glasses.

This time, I was sure that he was peeping on me.

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