Of course! Here’s another eerie story for you:
The Room That Didn’t Exist
When Alex moved into his new apartment, everything seemed normal. It was a small but cozy one-bedroom, perfect for someone living alone. The rent was cheap, the neighbors were quiet, and he was excited to start fresh.
Then he found the door.
It was in the hallway between the bedroom and the bathroom—an old wooden door with peeling white paint. Alex was sure it hadn’t been there when he moved in. He would have noticed. Wouldn’t he?
He tried the handle. Locked.
Frowning, he asked the landlord about it the next day.
“That’s not possible,” the old man said. “Your apartment only has one bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen. No extra doors.”
“But I saw it,” Alex insisted.
The landlord just shook his head.
That night, Alex stared at the door. He pressed his ear against it, half-expecting to hear something on the other side.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
His heart nearly stopped.
Something had knocked—from the inside.
He stumbled back, breathing hard. This was insane. Maybe it was a draft, or an old pipe making noise. But deep down, he knew better.
The next day, the door was gone.
The wall was smooth, as if it had never been there at all.
Alex wanted to believe he had imagined it. That his mind was playing tricks on him. But that night, just as he was falling asleep, he heard something.
A creaking sound.
Like a door slowly opening.
And then…
Footsteps.
Coming from inside his apartment.
What do you think? Want another? 😈
