Introduction: Some Tenants Never Move Out
In every building, there’s that one apartment no one wants.
The one with the flickering lights…
The one where no tenant lasts more than a week.
And sometimes, the apartment doesn’t just want silence—
It wants company.
The New Tenant
Usman had just moved to the city for work.
Cheap rent. Decent location.
He didn’t care about the stories.
Apartment 313 was just a number to him.
But to the building…
It was a mouth that hadn’t been fed in years.
The Eyes in the Peephole
On his second night, someone knocked at 3:13 AM.
Slow. Hollow.
He peeked through the peephole — no one.
But when he turned around, his phone showed a notification:
“Face detected at your door.”
And a blurry image — of a little girl smiling.
He lived alone.
The Neighbors Whisper
He asked the building manager about 313.
The old man just said:
“No child lives here. Not anymore.”
“That apartment eats people, beta. It started with her.”
Usman didn’t believe it.
Until the footsteps started.
Tiny ones. Inside the walls.
She Appears
Next night, 3:13 AM.
Usman awoke to the sound of his closet door creaking open.
There she stood.
A little girl. Pale. Hair dripping wet. Feet leaving muddy prints.
She whispered:
“I want to play.”
He screamed.
She smiled and pointed to the wall.
“I made space for you.”
Gone
Usman was never seen again.
When police arrived, Apartment 313 was locked from the inside.
Inside the wall, beneath the closet floor — they found tiny fingerprints.
And a child’s drawing of two figures holding hands:
One small… one tall…
Both smiling.
Final Warning
Some rooms aren't haunted.
They’re hungry.
And they’re patient.
So if you ever hear a knock at 3:13 AM…
Don’t open the door.
Don’t answer the voice.
And whatever you do…
Don’t say “I’ll play.”
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