*Chapter 1: The Move*
I still remember the day we moved into Apartment 3B. It was a typical rainy Saturday morning, and our family of six was bustling with excitement and chaos. My parents, my older sister and brother, our little sister Honey, and I were all eager to start our new life in this rented apartment.
As we unpacked our belongings, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The apartment seemed...off. The air was thick with an eerie silence, and the shadows cast by the flickering fluorescent lights seemed to dance on the walls like ghostly fingers.
I brushed it off as mere nerves, but little did I know that our new home held a dark secret
It started with small, seemingly innocuous questions. Whenever I went out, people would stop me and ask, "Hey, do you stay in that room?" or "Are you the one living in Apartment 3B?" At first, I thought it was just curiosity, but as the questions persisted, I began to feel a creeping sense of dread.
Who were these people, and what did they want? Why were they so interested in our apartment? I tried to brush it off, but the questions kept coming, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me from the shadows.
It wasn't just the questions that were unsettling. Strange things began to happen in our apartment. Doors would creak open by themselves, and I'd hear whispers in the dead of night. My little sister Honey would wake up screaming, claiming that someone was watching her.
At first, my parents thought it was just the usual creaks and groans of an old building, but as the occurrences grew more frequent and intense, we realized that something was wrong, I feel like someone was staring at me lots of night mare's every morning we sat down to tell each other about our night mare's.