Unforgettable Encounter: A Mysterious Night in an Old Apartment
Nearly two decades ago, during my mid-40s, an incident unfolded that etched itself into the depths of my memory, resurfacing time and again with its chilling details. It all began on a fateful day when I paid a visit to a friend residing in a timeworn and shabby apartment building. The corridors were dimly lit, and the center housed an old and creaky elevator. Though the specifics evade my recollection, I vaguely remember my friend's abode being situated on either the 7th or 8th floor, bearing the unit number 701 or 801. From the building's exterior, his apartment stood on the far left, a testament to faded grandeur.
