One day prinsor III

I held my head in my hands, forcefully closed my eyes, and then opened them again. Am I going crazy? Is my brain aging prematurely? Am I dreaming?

I rested on the front desk for a while, trying to gather my thoughts. When I looked up, I saw B walking anxiously in the lobby. I instinctively stood up. He shyly and sorrowfully smiled at me and said, "I lost something..." He looked bewildered and continued, "I must find it, I must find it..."

"What did you lose?" I asked him.

He shook his head and walked out of the building. I followed him to the door, and as I did, someone tapped my shoulder, almost making me jump! It turned out to be the elderly widow who lived in Apartment 1608. She was extremely neurotic and happened to be B's neighbor.

"What's his name?" She pointed with a bony finger that resembled a witch's, pointing towards B's back.

"B. What's wrong?" I asked.

The old lady whispered, "He's strange!"

I knew that, but how could I explain it to her?

She saw B disappear around the corner and leaned closer to me, whispering in my ear, "I heard someone crying in his apartment just now!"

"Crying?" I thought she was being overly sensitive.

"Yes! I heard it while I was eavesdropping at his door!" She suddenly turned towards the building, her face filled with lines of fear.

B came out again from inside the building. I was puzzled, but politely asked, "Did you find the thing you lost?"

"What?" He looked up, puzzled, and asked, "What thing?"

It was truly bizarre.

He walked out of the building. The old lady pulled me along and stopped in the sunlight, whispering, "He's a monster!"

B got into a taxi in the distance. I turned around, thinking about the old lady's words and unintentionally glanced upwards. I saw a figure in B's room on the sixteenth floor. I took a few steps back, shielding my eyes from the sunlight to get a clearer view. Yes, it was his room. That thin and withered figure moved behind the curtains. I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?" The old lady exclaimed excitedly.

I held onto her and, as fast as her heart and legs allowed, ran to the management office. We grabbed a stun baton and took the elevator to the sixteenth floor, standing outside B's door. We listened nervously.

"Mr. B! Are you inside?" I gently knocked on the door. There was no response.

The old lady's sharp fingers squeezed my arm painfully. I took out the spare key and opened the door. I had to figure things out. With the stun baton in my hand, I cautiously entered the quiet and cramped room.

It was empty inside.

The old lady's dried-up lips trembled. "He's a monster, he's a ghost..." She anxiously turned her head, looking around as if there were invisible specters in the room.

"Let's get out of here!" She forcefully pulled my clothes. I was also frightened.

That's how it went. Indeed, throughout the day, I saw Mr. B entering and leaving the building numerous times. His appearance was as elusive as an owl in the mist, sometimes old, sometimes appearing relatively young. His clothes were also both new and old. There are no ghosts in this world, but I couldn't figure out what Mr. B really was.

Around noon, he approached the front desk with a deck of cards, wanting to play with me for a while.

To be continued.