Michael shifted the last box from the taxi's trunk and looked up at the building. It wasn't much — a pale, aging apartment block tucked between a mechanic's shop and an empty lot. But it was cheap, and more importantly, quiet. After weeks of fighting, moving out, and crashing on friends' couches, it felt like a chance to reset.
He climbed the narrow stairwell to the top floor. The landlord, an older man with tired eyes, waited by the open door.
LANDLORD
You're lucky. This one just opened up. Quiet neighbors. Thick walls. No noise travels.
Michael nodded, stepping inside. The apartment was surprisingly clean — minimal furniture, freshly painted walls, and the faint smell of lemon-scented cleaner.
But at the end of the short hallway was a closed door.
MICHAEL
What's that room?
LANDLORD (a little too fast)
Just storage. Empty. Use it or don't.
Before Michael could ask more, the man handed him the keys, muttered something about rent being due on the 1st, and was gone.
Alone now, Michael let out a breath and set his box down.
No traffic outside. No TVs through the walls. No upstairs stomping.
Just silence.
Too much silence.
He clapped once — a sharp, playful test of the room's acoustics.
A faint echo followed a second later, bouncing softly off the hallway walls.
Michael smiled.
Maybe this place won't be so bad after all.
-To be continued~
I hope you like the first chapter as i am the new writer. Sorry, if there is mistake in grammar as english is not my first language. This is short there will be only 7 parts. Will update soon. If you like make sure to vote and comment.
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The Echoing Room
HorrorA man moves into a strangely quiet apartment, only to discover the echoes in the walls are delayed... and no longer his. A slow-burn psychological horror about sound, identity, and something that wants to become you.
