In the winter of my sophomore year of college, my lease was about to expire at the apartment I was living in, so I decided to make a fresh start.
I went to a real estate agency and told them what I wanted.
I went to a real estate agency and told them what I wanted, and they introduced me to a rather beautiful apartment near the station.
The rent was cheaper than the apartment I was living in, so I immediately asked to see the room.
It was a beautiful 8-story apartment with an elevator.
It was a corner room on the fifth floor, room 506.
I asked the real estate agent to open the front door and followed him into the room. It was dark anyway.
Even though it was not sunny, it was as dark as if the sun was about to set, even though it was midday.
In particular, the space between the entrance and the living room, where the bathroom and kitchen are located, was completely dark.
When we entered the living room, the ceiling was dimly lit, and for some reason there was a small space where they put a Shinto altar.
However, as a residence, the facilities and environment were perfect. I’m not psychic, so I thought it was okay if it was a little creepy.
The first day in the new house after the safe move. It was dark as usual, but it didn’t bother me so much when I turned on the light.
I was having a potluck with my friend who helped me move in, and he said, “Something is wrong with this room, isn’t it? I asked him “why?”.
When I asked him why, he said
“It is abnormally quiet even though there is a train passing nearby.
I can’t hear my neighbor’s noise at all.
The room is dark. The room is dark, especially the four corners of the ceiling.
The air was thick as after smoking (even though no one smoked).”
You were right, but I thought quiet was a good thing and dark was too much to worry about.
And the air is fine if you open the windows.
A few days later without incident, I stopped by on my way home from a part-time job and came home late at night.
I tried to take the elevator to the 5th floor, but there was a sign that said “Under repair”. I had no choice but to take the stairs.
When I arrived at the 5th floor, I went to my room and opened the front door.
I felt something strange and immediately pressed the switch to turn on the front door light, but it would not come on.
No matter how many times I clicked the switch, it remained completely dark.
I was getting a bad feeling here, and I was getting scared, but I couldn’t help it.
I couldn’t help it, so I decided to take off my shoes and walk to the living room.
It was pitch black, so I put my hands on the wall and walked around.
The moment I put my hand on the kitchen sink, my whole body froze.
There was someone in the middle of the room. He is thin and tall.
The slight light shining through the window makes him a blurry silhouette.
I can’t see his face, clothes, or any other detailed parts.
I panicked at the unusual situation of someone in the room, but my body did not move at all.
Then the person in the room slowly came toward me.
The person was slowly limping toward me.
When I realized what was happening, I opened the door and ran down the hallway to escape.
I pressed the elevator button, but there was no response, and I had forgotten that it was under repair.
I ran down the stairs to the first floor and just as I got down to the ground floor, the elevator came down in one motion.
The elevator doors open.
“Don’t look!” I thought.
I ran selflessly to the entrance of the apartment building and
I ran nonstop to a nearby convenience store.
For the next few days, I moved from one friend’s apartment to another.
A month later, I moved out of the apartment and into another shabby apartment.
I’m sorry to say that this is a story that I’ve heard often, but it was an actual experience.
I have rented a few rooms since then, but I have decided not to live only in dark rooms.
