The Eerie Dwelling
During my college years, I found a rental flat on the outskirts of town, a property managed by BHEL, a major power plant manufacturer. Nestled in a remote corner, surrounded by dense, overgrown vegetation, the flat initially seemed like an ideal escape from the hustle and bustle of campus life. Its exterior had a quaint charm, with ivy-clad walls and a small, picturesque garden. But beneath this tranquil veneer lurked something far more sinister.
The flat’s condition quickly revealed itself to be far from perfect. The moment I moved in, I was greeted by the creak of the doors and the constant dampness of the walls. The ceilings were perpetually stained, and mildew thrived around the bathroom edges. The garden, once a picturesque view from my window, was overshadowed by the oppressive atmosphere inside the flat. Despite its rundown state, my tight budget left me no choice but to stay.
As weeks passed, I began to experience unsettling occurrences. Each night, a relentless, eerie noise would pierce the silence: the unmistakable creak of a door. It was a sound that seemed to resonate through the flat, accompanied by the rustling of leaves and the faint sound of flowers being plucked. These noises, though disturbing, were dismissed as mere quirks of an old building. Exhausted from college, I was too weary to investigate, allowing the sounds to gnaw at my peace of mind.
One night, driven by a growing sense of dread, I decided to document the disturbances. I set up my laptop to record while I was out, hoping to uncover the source of the noises. When I returned, the flat was in disarray: clothes scattered, sheets crumpled, and the window wide open. My laptop, having run out of battery, seemed like a futile effort. I cursed my forgetfulness and set about recharging it, eager to see if the footage would shed any light on the chaos.
As I reviewed the video, I saw my usual routine played back with disturbing clarity. I watched myself humming a tune and closing the flat’s door behind me before heading to college. But then, the video took a dark turn. I saw the door creak ominously and heard a thud that sent a chill down my spine. The sound was eerily familiar—the same creak that had plagued my nights.
My heart raced as I saw the bathroom door close and lock itself tightly. Driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, I went to check the door in real life. The video’s creaking sounds continued in the background, a haunting soundtrack to my investigation. As I approached the bathroom, the door was indeed shut and bolted. But as I reached for the doorknob, the creaking intensified, echoing through the flat.
To my utter horror, an old woman materialized next to my laptop. Her spectral presence was palpable, her ghostly form seemingly interacting with the laptop, which emitted an incessant, chilling squeal. The sight was so horrifying that I could barely process it. My legs felt like lead as I stumbled back, the old woman’s gaze following me.
In a panic, I bolted for the front door, flinging it open and tumbling into the garden. I scrambled through the overgrown foliage, glancing back in fear to ensure I wasn’t followed. My heart pounded as I reached my friend's house, breathless and trembling, my story spilling out in frantic gasps.
My friends, initially skeptical, agreed to come with me to the flat. I refused to enter, standing outside while they searched the place. They found no sign of an intruder, only the unsettling remnants of my disturbed home. The flat was locked up, my belongings gathered and taken out with my friends’ help. The oppressive creaking and spectral figure haunted me throughout the night.
The following day, two of my closest friends took time off to help me move out. I contacted the landlord, who laughed off my claims and dismissed my fears. As I handed over the keys, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that clung to me. I took one last look at the flat, wondering what malevolent forces had lingered in its shadows.
With my bags packed and my departure complete, I left behind the flat that had become a nightmare. The echoes of that eerie creaking door and the ghostly woman remained etched in my memory. The experience had left me deeply unsettled, forever haunted by the enigma of that cursed dwelling.
