BlackScreenn

The Neighbor Who Didn’t Exist. AI-Generated.

I live alone on the seventh floor of an old apartment building, where the wooden floors creak and the elevator hums in a familiar rhythm. In the mornings, sunlight filters through the dusty curtains, casting thin streaks across the floor. At night, the hallway lights spill pale, wavering light through the cracks in my door. At first, I felt peaceful.