It was a cold, stormy night when Jenna moved into her new apartment. The building was old, the walls creaked with age, but it was affordable and quiet—just what she needed. The previous tenant had left unexpectedly, but Jenna didn't ask questions. She just wanted to unpack, settle in, and get some sleep.
By midnight, the rain was hammering against the windows. Jenna lay in bed, listening to the wind howl when she heard a faint whisper. At first, she thought it was the storm, but the words became clearer.
"Get out..."
She shot up, heart racing, but the room was empty. Telling herself it was just the wind, she tried to sleep, but the whispers came again. This time, they were louder, more urgent.
"Leave... now."
She flicked on the lights, breathing heavily, and searched every corner of the room, every closet, and under the bed—nothing. Feeling unnerved but trying to stay rational, she settled back under the covers, keeping the light on this time.
Around 3 a.m., she woke to the sound of something dragging along the floor. The sound was wet and heavy, like something being pulled. She froze, listening. Then she heard it—footsteps. Soft at first, then louder, moving from the hallway toward her bedroom door. The knob turned slowly, creaking as it twisted open.
She couldn't breathe, her body paralyzed with fear. The door swung open on its own, revealing a dark, empty hallway. She stared into the blackness, her heart pounding, when suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a woman—pale, soaking wet, her eyes wide and staring. Her mouth opened, and she screamed a terrible, blood-curdling scream.
Jenna bolted from her bed, but the woman was blocking the only exit. The ghostly figure pointed at her, a slow, deliberate motion, and whispered once more.
"He killed me. And now... he's coming for you."
The lights flickered, and the apartment went dark. Jenna stumbled backward, terrified, and then... silence. The ghost was gone.
The next morning, she packed up and left without a word. As she fled the apartment, she noticed a faded newspaper clipping on the wall near the door. The headline read: *"Murder Victim Found in Apartment 23. Tenant Still Missing."*
She had been living in apartment 23.
