Whispers From Apartment 13B

Introduction:

Riya had never believed in ghosts. Moving to Mumbai for her first job was supposed to be exciting, not terrifying. But the day she moved into her new flat, everything changed.

The building was old, the kind that carried memories like dust on old shelves. Her apartment — 13A. Next door? Apartment 13B.

Empty. Locked for years, the neighbors said.

But on the first night, someone whispered her name.


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Chapter 1: The First Night

It started softly.

At 2:17 AM, Riya woke up to faint whispers coming through the shared bedroom wall. It was a woman’s voice, fragile, almost melodic. At first, she thought it was a dream. But then she heard it again.

"Riya..."

Her throat went dry.

Creeping to the wall, she pressed her ear against it.

Silence.

Morning came. She laughed it off, blaming stress and the exhaustion of the move. But deep down, something wasn’t right. Why had the voice sounded so familiar?


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Chapter 2: Strange Patterns

The days were fine. Normal. Coffee, work, texts with friends. But every night at 2:17 AM, the whispers returned.

"Riya..."

Sometimes, it wasn’t just her name.

"Come home..."

Whose home?

Terrified yet curious, she finally gathered courage and asked the old security guard about Apartment 13B.

“Madam,” he said with a nervous glance over his shoulder, “that flat is cursed. The last tenant, a girl about your age, died there.”

“How?”

He didn’t answer.


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Chapter 3: The Mirror Trick

One night, desperate to know more, Riya tried an old trick she’d read online — placing a mirror against the wall where the voice came from.

She turned off the lights and waited.

2:17 AM. Whispering. The temperature in the room dropped, her breath misted in the air.

And then… a reflection appeared in the mirror. A girl, drenched, pale, with empty eyes. The girl raised a hand and pressed it against the other side of the mirror.

"Come home." the girl whispered again.

Riya ran.


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Chapter 4: The Forgotten Tenant

Determined to end it, Riya searched the building archives the next day. There she found a faded photo from years ago.

The girl’s name was Ananya Sharma.

And Riya’s stomach dropped as she read further — Ananya had lived in Apartment 13A. Her apartment. Not 13B.

Her apartment.

13B… was never occupied.

What’s worse, Ananya’s cause of death read:
“Accidental drowning in bathtub.” The same bathtub Riya had been using every day.


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Chapter 5: The Truth Comes Knocking

The final night came quickly.

2:17 AM.

The whispers grew louder. The lights flickered.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed shut on its own.

Water poured into the tub. The faucet wouldn’t stop.

"Come home," the whisper turned into a scream.

In the mirror above the sink, the reflection showed two Riyas — one standing still, and one… drowning.

The water rose to her ankles. She couldn’t move.

And just as she felt the icy water crawl up her legs, the door burst open. Her friend Priya, who had come to check on her, pulled her out just in time.

Behind them, the reflection of Ananya stood smiling in the mirror, hand pressed against the glass, mouthing one final word:

"Stay."


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Conclusion:

Riya moved out the next morning.

The apartment was sealed again.

But sometimes, when the city grows quiet at night, if you walk past that building, you might still hear it.

Whispers, soft and sorrowful, coming from the walls of Apartment 13A.

"Come home."