Don't Rent A House Where Someone Died

I did not actually find out how it felt to be stabbed to death, but when I woke up, I was gasping for breath.

After a long while, I turned to look outside. It was dark. My heart gradually calmed. It had been just a dream.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Suddenly, I heard someone knocking on my door.

“Sir, did we bother you just now?”

It was the voice of the wife next door.

Her voice made me remember my dream: her face cut off, and the man hiding behind her…

My heart sank, and I drew closer to the edge of my bed.

“Sir, are you there? If we bothered you, I apologize,” the wife said again. For some reason, her voice was eerie.

Knock, knock, knock… Knock, knock, knock…

“You don’t have to apologize,” I said instinctively, and the knocking ceased.

“Hehe...”

I heard a soft chuckle.

“You’re in there? Why don’t you open the door? I have something for you.”

Her voice was soft and sickeningly sweet, and it made my skin crawl.

It felt as though she was trying to confirm whether I was really inside the apartment.

I did not dare to respond again.

“Sir, why aren’t you saying anything? Are you there? Are you still there?!”

I heard scratching outside, as if someone was trying to break the lock.

“What’re you trying to do?! Just say it!” I shouted at the door in fear.

Silence again. It was so quiet that I heard absolutely nothing.

I sat in bed for about two to three minutes. Once I was sure that there was no other noise, I wobbled my way to the apartment door.

I looked out through the peephole. It was empty. No one was around.

But in the next moment, the wife’s pale face suddenly pressed against the peephole.

I nearly fell on my behind. The wife had not left! She had been silently hiding in the blind spot!

Was she some crazy stalker?

My heart raced. After I calmed myself a little, I decided to grab a knife.

But right when I was about to move, I heard hurried footsteps from the corridor. Then, her husband roared, “Where do you think you’re going, you idiot?! Run again, and I’ll break your legs!”

I heard running. Someone was chasing after someone else. Then, I heard a door slam shut.

I heard the husband yelling and hitting the wife next door again, and the wife cried pitifully.

But this time, I did not dare stick my nose into their business. I did not want to assume what was going on either.

Had the dream from last night turned into reality?

I was worried that someone would break my lock and the door, so I barricaded it with a cupboard. With my eyes wide open, I sat on my bed until noon. My stomach grumbled.

When I pushed the door open again, I saw someone going upstairs.

It was an old woman. She seemed shocked when she saw me.

“Who are you?”

I hurriedly said, “I just moved in. I live in 302.”

“Oh?” The old woman hurried past me.

“Ma’am, do you know about the couple living in 303?”

The old woman immediately froze. Then, she stared at me in puzzlement.

“303 has been empty for two years. No one has lived there since the fire. What on earth are you talking about?”