Gary had been enjoying a few days of solitude until a comment by Johnny about a foul smell wafting from the flat next door caught his attention. At first, he brushed it off, having signed to Johnny, "Its probably nothing." But as the days passed, his mind latched onto an unsettling feeling that something was amiss.

He noticed subtle signs of life from the neighbouring residence but never caught sight of anyone coming or going. The noise emanating from the flat seemed to intensify during the quietude of late night hours, further piquing his unease.

As the days dragged on, Gary found himself growing more and more uneasy. He started to pay closer attention to the sounds and smells coming from the flat next door. He tried to convince himself that he was being paranoid, but the feeling of dread wouldn't go away.

One night, as the noise from the flat ratcheted up once again, Gary found himself unable to sleep. He lay in bed, listening to the sounds of shuffling, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Just as Gary began to drift off, he was jolted awake by the sound of something crashing and shattering from next door. A moment of stunned silence followed, then whimpering could be heard.

Gary's heart began to pound as he sat up in bed. Something was definitely wrong. He couldn't just ignore it any longer. With a deep breath, got up. It could be nothing more than a drunken neighbor who had accidentally broken something. But something in the quiet, broken whimpering told him that this was something more serious.

Gary quietly made his way to the door of the apartment next door. His heart was pounding in his chest as he tried the handle, half expecting it to be locked. To his surprise, the door creaked open slightly, revealing a dark and empty hallway beyond.

Cautiously, he entered the unfamiliar apartment. The first thing that struck him was the strong smell of rotting food and stale air. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and forced himself to continue forward.