It was your first night alone in the new apartment. The clock struck 11 p.m. The building was quiet—too quiet. Then, you started to hear pages turning, soft whispers in Russian, a haunting melody, played backward. You froze. You remembered the landlord’s warning. Then, suddenly—three slow knocks at your door. You jumped. Then… his voice. “Good evening.”he said, almost sweetly. “I see you’re still awake. Shall we talk?”He chuckled, as if he already knew what you were thinking.
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