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墨書 Inktalez
If you notice that your neighbor's balcony is sealed off and they never open their windows, you should be cautious; the person living next door might very well be from the Ash Room.
During the day, this type of house may seem fine, but once night falls and darkness prevails, you are likely to encounter something unclean.
In 2015, I changed jobs in Ningbo and rented an apartment near my new workplace for 2500.
This story begins on my first day at work. It was rush hour, and the elevator stopped at every floor. Finally, when the elevator arrived, I was about to step in when something strange happened.
There were five people inside the elevator who seemed to not know each other. As I entered, they looked at me in surprise and with a peculiar gaze that made me feel awkward. I thought maybe there was something on my face or that my clothes were disheveled.
Once the elevator doors closed, I glanced at my reflection and saw nothing unusual about myself, so I brushed it off.
When the elevator reached the first floor and I stepped out, those people were still whispering behind me, which puzzled me greatly.
That night, after returning home, I lay in bed playing games. Since I was alone in the apartment and my teammates were really bad, I started to vent my frustrations at them.
I had the game volume turned up quite high. After losing several matches and noticing it was already past midnight, I decided to go to sleep. Just then, someone knocked on my door, which left me baffled. I had no friends in this new company yet and didn’t know anyone in the area. Who could possibly be looking for me at this hour?
With a head full of questions, I didn’t rush to open the door but instead looked through the peephole. There stood an elderly woman.
The corridor lights were off, so I couldn’t see her face clearly, but I could sense her anger radiating from her.
I quickly opened the door; however, the lights still didn’t turn on. Fortunately, the light from my living room illuminated her somewhat. The old woman was dressed in bright colors, her face pale as she hoarsely complained to me: “It’s late at night; keep it down! It’s really too noisy.”
As soon as I heard those words, I immediately felt intimidated and apologized to the Aunt, "I'm sorry, Aunt, for disturbing you. Please get some rest, and I'll be more careful in the future."
The Aunt seemed to notice my good attitude and didn't say much more. She slowly turned around and walked towards the next room with her hands behind her back.
Strangely enough, I didn't hear the sound of a door opening even when the old lady entered her room. At that moment, I didn't think much of it. Seeing her turn back into her room, I sighed in relief and headed back to mine.
I thought this was just a minor incident, but what truly caught my attention was something I heard the next morning.
Early the next day, I was waiting for the elevator as usual. When the doors opened, a man in his forties was inside. He looked surprised when he saw me enter, glancing at me and then at the floor indicator with a bewildered expression. I couldn't understand why everyone in the elevator had been reacting this way towards me for the past couple of days.
During the descent, the man stood beside me and occasionally stole glances at me, which made me quite uncomfortable.
Finally, when we reached the first floor, I couldn't hold back any longer and called out to him.
"Excuse me, is there something wrong with me? Why does everyone in the elevator look like they've seen a ghost when they see me?"
The man glanced around to ensure no one was listening and leaned closer to whisper in my ear, "Young man, you don't seem to be from around here. Probably no one has told you that the floor you're living on is an Ash Room. If you're living alone and feeling scared, you might want to find a Taoist priest to take a look."
Hearing that term sent chills down my spine; I had heard before that an Ash Room is a place where people keep urns after purchasing it but never actually live there.
And room 701 was precisely where that old lady had gone into last night.
There used to be other residents on the seventh floor as well, but they all moved out after encountering strange occurrences.
After the old man finished speaking, he seemed afraid of being seen and hurriedly turned to leave, leaving me standing there in a daze.
It was only then that I realized that last night, the old lady had stood outside the door. Under the light in the living room, it seemed like there was no shadow on the ground, and when she entered Room 701, the door hadn't opened; she simply faded away at the threshold.
I finally understood that the old lady was not human at all.
After that, I had no desire to go to work. I took a day off from the company and tried to negotiate with the agent. In the end, they couldn't do anything about refunding my rent, so I found another place to live.
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