Apartment #13

She could swear that it wasn't there yesterday, not surrounded by the sheets of cobwebs in the antique cupboard.
But there was nobody else in the house.
There she stood, her stare fixated on the flickering candle in the cupboard, the dancing inferno eating away the splintered wood on the cupboard door.
A strange wind blew across the empty room, sending a tremor down her spine. She did not know what to make out of the mysterious appearance of the candle.
Something then clicked behind her, an ominous sound that almost made her jump.
The latch closed.
She was shut inside the room.