Episode 2 Chapter 014721
There are some things you will never believe if you have never experienced them yourself. This is what I thought when I became more sober. From the time I woke up from my nap until now, I felt vague about what I had done and could not remember much. Then I felt bored at home, so I decided to go out for a walk.
Of course I didn't take the elevator after getting off the building. I just walked aimlessly in the community. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but I met a security guard downstairs. I knew him. He also lived in this community. I went in and out frequently, so I got to know him. So I greeted him.
Normally, this kind of meeting would have been a simple greeting, but after the greeting, the image of 721 came to my mind, so I asked him one more question, saying if he knew the resident of 721 in the building where I lived. When he heard me ask, he looked at me in surprise, and then asked me why I suddenly thought of asking this. I told him that I was just asking out of curiosity.
Then he told me that it seemed like no one lived in 721, and no one had ever paid the property fees, electricity fees, etc. He even went to look for it with the property management, but no one responded. They asked the residents on the seventh floor, and they all said that no one was there. I said that since no one lived there, the property management should know, so why would they collect property fees? Then he said that it was just that no one lived there, but someone bought it, and maybe they hadn't moved in yet.
After hearing what the security guard said, I felt inexplicably cold. Since it was an empty room, why did they send me a key out of thin air? Did they want me to go in and take a look?
After that, I wandered around for a while and finally decided to go to 721 to take a look. Once this idea came up, I could not get rid of it. Then it became more and more intense in my mind, and finally gradually turned into an inexplicable impulse, an impulse that I had to go.
So I went to the seventh floor like a madman, and then walked to the door of 721. I took out the key and inserted it. I turned the lock cylinder, and then the door opened. After the door opened, I didn't go in immediately, but opened the door halfway. I saw that it was just as the security guard said. It had not been moved after it was bought. It was still a rough house and had never been decorated. I looked around and made sure there was nothing wrong before going in and closing the door.
After all, this was a trespass, and there was a bit of a thief-like vibe to it, so I closed the door not because I was brave, but because I didn't want the residents on this floor to see it.
There was nothing inside, it was empty, and there was a sense of abandonment and desolation, which made it even more eerie. I glanced at the living room and saw nothing, so I opened the door to the master bedroom. However, when the door of the master bedroom was opened, I saw that the situation inside was a little different from the living room. There was a table inside, a very old wooden table, and the paint on the edges of the table had fallen off. There were some things on the table, a few scattered pencils and white papers. I walked to the table and saw that one of the white papers had been drawn on, so I pulled it out.
But when I saw what was drawn on it, I felt my scalp suddenly numb, because what was drawn on the white paper was actually my sketch. It was so realistic that I recognized it at first sight.
I found it unbelievable, so I flipped through the other white papers and found that they were all blank except this one. I felt weird and a little scared, so I rolled up the sketch and looked around the master bedroom again. There was nothing else, so I went out.
Just when I returned to the living room, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I immediately didn't dare to move. I stood at the door of the master bedroom, staring at the door motionlessly, even holding my breath. I didn't know who was outside, but they kept knocking without any sound. After knocking for a while, I guess there was no response from inside, so there was no sound.
I listened carefully for a while and made sure there was no sound. Then I breathed a sigh of relief. However, to make sure the person knocking on the door had left, I walked behind the door and looked outside through the peephole. However, I saw nothing. It was pitch black outside the peephole. I didn't react at first, but when I looked again from a distance, I was suddenly startled.
It wasn't pitch black outside, but there was an eye looking inside the cat's eye, and what I saw was the pupil. I was startled by this sudden change, and I immediately left the cat's eye and stood to the side of it. I felt my heartbeat rise, and the fear rose with my heartbeat.
I stood behind the door and tried to calm myself down. Several minutes passed like this. I had no idea how long it was, but it felt like a long time, because in this environment, time would become very slow, and it felt like a year. I felt much calmer, and I looked out the peephole again. The eye that was looking out of the peephole was gone. I looked out and saw the scene in the corridor. There was no one, so I breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of the eye just now made me a little scared, and now that things had come to this, I didn't want to stay in the room for even a second, so I opened the door and planned to go out.
But just when I opened the door, I suddenly heard another knock on the door. At first I thought it came from outside the door, but when I listened carefully, I felt that the source of the sound was wrong. The sound seemed to come from the guest bedroom, so I looked in the direction of the guest bedroom. The door of the guest bedroom was closed. I swallowed and was a little at a loss for a moment. Then I opened the door and went out without thinking twice, not daring to pay attention to the inexplicable knock on the door.
There was still no one in the corridor on the seventh floor. I came out in panic and went back home. But when I passed the elevator, I saw that the elevator door was open, as if it had just opened. There was a man and a woman inside looking at me. I didn't think much about it and got into the elevator.
I pressed the eleventh floor and the elevator door closed. I glanced at the two people out of the corner of my eye. They were just standing there, not saying anything. I was still in shock and my heart was still beating violently, but I soon felt something was wrong. I felt that my heartbeat did not gradually decrease, but instead began to beat faster and faster, and soon it seemed to have reached the top and was about to jump out of my chest.
As his heartbeat quickened, my colleague felt as if all the strength in his body was being drained away. Then, tinnitus suddenly rang in his ears, and his eyes went dark, and he knew nothing.
When I woke up, I was still in the elevator. I was lying inside and could feel waves of coldness in the elevator. I woke up as if from a dream and didn't know where I was for a moment. When I realized that I was in the elevator, all my memories before I fainted came back to me. I looked inside the elevator and the man and woman were gone, and the elevator was still moving. I barely supported myself to stand up and found that the elevator had reached the 17th floor. Our building has a total of 21 floors, and I saw the number 21 was lit above the elevator.
So when I saw the number 21, I didn’t know what to feel, because when I got into the elevator, I remembered…
Just thinking about this, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, because when I entered the elevator and pressed the floor button, there was no lighted number on it. When I suddenly remembered this detail, I suddenly felt a chill all over my body, so I immediately pressed all the nearby floors, and finally the elevator stopped at the 19th floor and then opened.
I stumbled out of the elevator, and only then did I remember that the sketch in my hand seemed to have disappeared since I woke up.
At this time, I didn't have time to care about sketching, so I went down the stairs to the eleventh floor. Few people used the stairs, let alone such a high-rise staircase. I went down quickly, one floor at a time, and only breathed a sigh of relief when I reached the eleventh floor.
Only when I returned home did I feel my heart finally relax, and the extreme fear and suffocation felt a little better. When my mother saw me rushing in with a frighteningly pale face, she immediately exclaimed and asked me what happened and why my face was so pale.
This time I didn't dare to hide it, so I told my mother and the others everything that happened. My mother was completely anxious after hearing it. She kept repeating it as talking to me or herself: "This must be a ghost, this must be a ghost!"
Then mom asked dad to get me a glass of water first. She went to the cupboard and grabbed some rice. She asked me to drink the water first to calm down my nerves. Then she threw the rice at me. I didn't react at all and just let it hit me.
