The Night That Changed Everything
It was a cold November night when Sarah moved into her new apartment in Chicago. The rent was surprisingly low, considering the prime location. The landlord had been eager to lease the place, brushing off her questions about its history. Her first few nights were peaceful, but soon, strange things started happening. Every night at precisely 3:13 AM, she heard faint whispers coming from the second bedroom. The problem? Sarah lived alone, and that room was empty. One night, determined to uncover the source of the whispers, she pressed her ear against the door. The voices were clearer now—distorted, whispering names she didn’t recognize. Then, a sudden loud thud made her jump back. When she opened the door, the room was pitch black.
She flicked the light switch, but the bulb had burned out. Using her phone's flashlight, she stepped inside. The air was ice-cold. Just as she turned to leave, the door slammed shut. Her heart pounded as she struggled to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. Then, a faint breath against her neck sent chills down her spine. She screamed.
A Dark History Unveiled
The next day, she searched for answers. After hours of digging through old records and speaking with neighbors, she learned the horrifying truth—three people had mysteriously disappeared from that very apartment over the last decade. No bodies were ever found. Each tenant had vanished without a trace, their belongings left behind as if they had stepped out for a moment and never returned. Sarah knew she had to leave. That night, she packed her bags, planning to escape at first light. But the apartment had other plans.
The Vanishing Room
At 3:13 AM, her bedroom door creaked open. The whispers returned, louder this time. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the walls. Then, the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoed from the hallway. Frozen in terror, she saw the second bedroom door slowly open on its own. Inside, she could make out a dim figure standing in the darkness—motionless, waiting. Suddenly, she felt an invisible force pulling her towards the room. She grabbed the doorframe, screaming, resisting with all her strength. The unseen force yanked harder, dragging her closer. In a last desperate attempt, she reached for her phone and turned on the flashlight. The second the light hit the doorway, the whispers stopped. The pressure vanished.
Without hesitation, she grabbed her keys and fled. She never looked back.
