Blurb：
Liam and his girlfriend Vicky struggle with privacy in their cramped Chicago apartment until Liam finds an affordable listing. The elderly landlord shows him a surprisingly spacious unit with a hidden door that holds eerie secrets. As Liam moves in alone, mysterious sounds from the concealed door unsettle him, while Vicky’s reluctant visit sets the stage for supernatural discoveries. This suspenseful tale blends romance, horror, and urban legends, perfect for fans of haunted house thrillers and couple-driven dramas.
Content：
My name is Liam, and Vicky is my girlfriend.
We’ve been dating for over two years.
The apartment was a poor little house.
You can hear every thing inside the room when standing outside the door—zero privacy.
Every time I see Vicky pouting as she leaves my room, I feel so embarrassed.
But what can I do?
It’s not like I’m made of money.
Which was exactly why I’m determined to buy a new house.
At least we can have our own space.
After searching online, I finally found the ideal listing.
It wasn’t too far from where we work.
So after work, I called the landlord’s number.
“Hello, do you still have an apartment for sale?”
“Yes. Are you looking to purchase?”
The landlord was a woman. She sounded elderly.
“Yes.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m in a convenient store near the house. Can I come see the place now?”
“Of course. Wait a moment, I’ll take you to see it.”
I hung up and let out a sigh of relief. “I can’t believe there’s a place this cheap in Chicago.”
I sat on a bench, waiting with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
Before long, an old woman approached.
“Are you here about the house?” she said coldly as soon as she got close.
“Yes, are you the landlord?”
“Follow me.”
She was wrinkled and white-haired, but she’s quite energetic.
I wanted to ask about the apartment’s location, but she had already turned and started walking.
I had no choice but to quicken my pace to catch up.
Soon, she led me into a building.
The hallway was dark, no lights on.
I followed closely behind her, and I thought I caught a whiff of something rotten.
On the third floor, the old woman stopped, and pulled out a keyring to unlock the door.
The apartment was nicely renovated.
The living room was large, with a table against the wall.
Outside the window, you could see green hills.
It had full utilities, and the bathroom was clean.
Best of all, the bedroom had a huge bed, big enough for two people to, well, have plenty of room.
“I’ll take it. Do we need to sign a lease?”
The old woman didn’t answer directly.
She looked at me with a chill gaze and asked, “How many people?”
“One,” I said.
Her stare was uncomfortable.
“Maybe two sometimes. Not sure.”
“Follow me,” she said.
Signing the lease and paying the deposit went smoothly.
After finishing, I called my girlfriend, Vicky.
“Hey, Vicky…”
“What is it?” Her voice was hard.
I cleared my throat. “Nothing much. Just bought a place today. Wanted to invite you to come live with me. Care to honor me with your presence?”
“In your dreams. If you could afford to buy a place, I could afford to buy a Tesla Model Y.”
“I’m moving tomorrow. You coming?”
“You got another place for real?”
Vicky’s voice perked up with excitement.
“Stop the chatter, are you coming tomorrow or not?”
“What would I do? Help you to move?”
“How could I let you move stuff? Just come over and let me give you a couple of nice, big kisses.”
“Ugh, you pervert.”
“Hehe…”
“Are you coming or not? I’ll count to three. If you don’t want to, forget it. One, two, three, goodbye.”
One minute later, I called Vicky again.
“Coming or not?”
“No!” Click.
I called again.
Busy signal.
I was crestfallen.
The next day
I stood in the empty living room.
Suddenly, I noticed the hidden door on the wall.
A door the old lady didn’t noticed me!
It stood there, It seemed to hide endless secrets.
Curious, I pressed my eye to the crack but couldn’t see anything.
I tried to pull the door open, but it was closed tightly.
I thought maybe I could kicked the door open.
Hit!
“Bang!”
The sound of ‘kicking on the door’ was strange, It made a “bang.” but as if something also slapped on the door from the other side, at the same time.
I was startled.
The two sounds coincided, catching me completely off guard.
I stared at the door suspiciously, wondering if my ears were playing tricks on me.
I tried knocking again, and it sounded totally normal.
I give up my little investigation.
Vicky called in the evening.
Finally unable to resist the temptation to move in the new place, she delivered herself to my doorstep.
She looked around the room critically, a flash of pleasant surprise in her eyes.
“Did you win the lottery? Buying such a nice place?”
“I can afford this house, the house is damp and poor.”
Vicky looked at me as if she didn’t know me.
I followed her into the bedroom.
Her eyes landed on that bed.
I smiled smugly.
“Satisfied?”
She pursed her lips.
“What’s it got to do with me? You’re living alone, what do you need such a big bed for?”
“What’s wrong with a big bed? Don’t you want to spend a romantic night on it?”
Vicky’s eyes went wide, feigning excitement.
“I do! I absolutely do!”
I shrugged smugly.
Vicky blinked.
“Then what will you do?”
“Me? Of course, I’ll spend that wonderful time on the bed with you.”
“Yeah, right,” she said, pursing her lips.
“Knew you had motives to welcome me here.”
“Good heavens,” I said, taking her hand and placing it on my chest.
“Feel my heart. Thump, thump, thump. It’s all beating for you.”
“I don’t need to feel it to know what’s on your mind.”
“Come on, let’s get dinner first. Celebrate our new home.”
After dinner, it was already very late.
I sat on the bed, smiling at Vicky like she was a delicious food.
Vicky seemed uncomfortable.
Hesitantly, she said, “I should get going.”
I laughed inwardly but said, “Okay then, I won’t see you out.”
“If you don’t see me out, how will I get back?” She sounded anxious.
I stretched lazily. “Moving the house all day. I’m already exhausted.”
“All you moved was that bedroll. What are you tired from?” she said.
“Moving is moving, no matter what you move,” I said.
Vicky is a scaredy-cat.
I knew she wouldn’t dare go back alone.
“Then what should I do?” she asked, looking at me pitifully.
“You’ve got me, what’s to be afraid of?” I sat closer, taking the opportunity to grab her hand, stroking it gently.
“Just stay tonight.”
Vicky pulled her hand back, laughing as she scolded, “You pervert. You planned this, didn’t you?”
“Just can’t bear to see you go,” I whispered, nibbling her ear.
Facing such a beauty, of course I couldn’t bear it.
My hands began to explore tentatively.
Vicky didn’t refuse.
She nestled obediently into my arms.
I was overjoyed.
The first step was taken.
Vicky gently caught my hand. “If I stay tonight, do you sleep on the couch, or do I?”
“Of course, I’ll sleep on the couch,” I said without thinking.
I regretted it immediately.
“Sleep on the couch?”
Vicky jumped out of my arms, laughing triumphantly.
“You have to keep your word. No backing out.”
“No, no, no… I’m not sleeping on the couch. I want the bed.”
“Then I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Neither of us is sleeping on the couch,” I said, ingratiatingly putting my arm around her shoulder.
Vicky shook her head firmly.
“Either you sleep on the couch, or I do.”
“There’s no couch in the living room. How do we sleep?”
“On the floor.”
I knew Vicky’s personality. Once she put on that serious face, she meant it.
“It’s so cold in the living room. Wouldn’t it be better if we both slept in the bedroom? You take the bed, I’ll take the floor.”
Vicky stared at me seriously, then suddenly burst out laughing.
“Alright, darling. I’m sorry to make you suffer tonight.”
I pouted and muttered,
Vicky asked, “What?”
“Nothing. It got dark so fast,” I quickly replied.
Lying on the floor, I was secretly fuming.
Vicky held the line at the critical moment, wasting the opportunity I worked so hard to create.
Thinking about it, it’s understandable.
Usually, we just kiss.
Taking it all the way definitely requires an adjustment period.
But I’m no saint.
Sleeping in the same room with such a beautiful woman and nothing happening?
If my buddies found out, they’d laugh at me for being abnormal.
My heart was unwilling.
I kept trying to make conversation, but Vicky just hummed in response without answering.
I knew I couldn’t push this stubborn girl too far, or I might lose my chance to even sleep on the floor.
Drowsiness gradually washed over me, and I soon fell into a deep sleep.
In my dream, I heard a baby crying.
The sound was clear and mournful, as if right beside me.
My consciousness was trapped in endless darkness.
I couldn’t wake up no matter how hard I tried.
The crying gradually stopped.
A milky, childlike voice whispered in my ear, “You’re in my way.”
I curled up my body.
Something crawled past my legs.
I heard Vicky turn over in bed.
The voice came from beside the bed: “You’re on my leg.”
Vicky turned over.
I heard her breathing suddenly become rapid, like that time I held her in my arms, a faint “mmph” sound coming from her throat.
I felt inexplicably tense.
I wanted to get up, but I couldn’t move.
Vicky’s breathing grew more and more rapid, clearly audible in the dark night.
She murmured, “Go away, you pervert.”
Then, I heard the baby crying again.
The crying was faint and elusive, stopping and starting, lasting all night.
When I woke the next morning, Vicky was still asleep.
I jumped onto the bed and put my arm around her waist.
It was daylight now.
I had successfully played the gentleman and didn’t need to hold back anymore.
Vicky opened her sleepy eyes and pushed me away forcefully.
“Sleep well last night?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong?”
Vicky looked strange, hesitating before she said,
“I had a dream. I dreamed a baby was lying next to me, saying I was on its leg. Then it cried in my ear, cried the whole night.”
My hair stood on end.
Wasn’t that exactly what I dreamed?
“And then?”
“And then,” Vicky said thoughtfully, “I felt someone touching my…”
She pulled her hand back under the sheets, her face bright red.
“It must have been you, you jerk. You even undid my bra.”
I was secretly shocked. I forced a dry laugh.
“I’m a gentleman. How could I do something so sneaky?”
Vicky’s words shocked me deeply.
How could we have the same dream?
That baby’s cry felt so real.
Could it really have been just a dream?
If it was a dream, how did Vicky’s bra get undone?
I knew it definitely wasn’t me.
The image of a blood-stained face flashed through my mind, and I shivered.
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