Hollow Apartment 13B

A Terrifying Urban 

Horror Story You Won’t Forget

They say Apartment 13B was sealed for a reason.  

Tenants came and went from the complex on Elm Street, but no one stayed in 13B longer than a month. The rent was cheap, suspiciously cheap, and the windows were always fogged—inside, even in summer.  

When Mia moved in, she thought she’d found a hidden gem. The walls had fresh paint, the air smelled faintly of lavender, and the realtor smiled too wide when she signed the lease. That first night, she noticed it—a faint tapping behind the wall near her bed, steady like a heartbeat.  

By the third night, the tapping formed patterns. Knocks responding to her movements, her whispers. She joked about ghosts in her vlog, unaware that the camera caught more than she did—shadows moving when she sat still, reflections smiling when she didn’t.  

Neighbors whispered that 13B used to belong to a man who vanished mid-winter. Only one note was found on the peeling kitchen table: “Keep the lights off after three.” 

Mia didn’t believe in warnings. That final night, her livestream began like all the others—her cheerful voice, her cup of tea, the dim glow of her ring light. Viewers noticed first. In the chat, comments flooded:  

> “Who’s standing behind you?”  

> “The wall’s moving.”  

> “Turn around.”  

The video cut out at 3:06 A.M.  

Now the apartment sits silent again. The tape of her final stream loops inside the darkened room, her whispers stitched into the static.  

And if you listen closely outside the door, under the number 13B, you might hear faint knocking… waiting for you to answer.   

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