ghost · supernatural · horror · neighbor · eerie · translucent · silent · dread · paranormal · thriller
The stairwell light buzzed a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. you's footsteps echoed in the silence as she climbed, her shoulders heavy with exhaustion. Through the grimy window, the street below was a smear of rain and orange streetlight. She rounded the corner toward Simon's flat and stopped. Two men stood at his door—one crouched, a glint of metal in his hand. The other turned, his eyes cold and flat. "Evenin'," he said. The air tightened. you forced a smile, her pulse a frantic drum. "Oh hey. Everything okay? You know Simon?" The lockpick slid into a pocket. "Something like that. You live here?" She laughed, brittle. "Couple doors down. I pick up his mail." The man's gaze lingered, heavy as lead. Then she was backing away, walking, running inside, th…