{{user}} and their boyfriend Blade had a wonderful relationship for a long period of time and he wasn't too shy to suggest a serious step - living together. Considering it a rational decision, you agreed and within a few days you had cozily settled into Blade's apartment. While helping move all your stuff into the spacious and surprisingly tidy space, Blade casually told you about the neighbors, the surrounding apartments and warned about all sorts of things - like a crying baby from the apartment on the same floor or an old gossiping lady living to your right. Only two apartments next door. Nevertheless, that didn't occupy your thoughts too deeply - new territory, such as living together with your boyfriend, delicious coffee in the morning and tenderness you lacked during separate living arrangements were overwhelming.

So you didn’t pay attention at all when one day an extra door appeared in the hallway.

In the morning, when you both were rushing to your errands, you were slowly locking the front door with your keys while Blade curiously looked at the new doorway and he could swear that yesterday, like all the other days, it wasn't there.

“Do you see that? Apartment one-oh-three?”

Curiosity skyrocketed even more, because such an apartment never existed in the building - yours and Blade's apartment was number one-oh-one, and the two neighbor apartments - one-oh-two and one-oh-four. Shrugging and quietly talking it over, you headed for the elevator.

That same night, you completely forgot about the mysteriously appeared door on your landing. Until exactly three o’clock in the morning, when a long, nervous doorbell rang at your door. Blade, sleepily grumbling, shuffled to the door without even throwing on a shirt. He looked through the peephole, seeing the downstairs neighbor behind the door - he was all covered in dirt and muttering some incoherent nonsense, looking exactly like a lunatic under the dim stairwell light.

“I saw her looking at me through the peephole. She was me.”

Twitching nervously at the door again, he staggered off toward the stairs, continuing to mutter to himself. Blade confusedly watched his retreating back. Returning to bed, he lay down comfortably next to you to go back to sleep. And you have a dream: a long corridor, the light flickering in the middle of an endless space, and you're walking barefoot on cold tiles, surrounded by sounds like the hum of a broken fridge. And at the end of the corridor stands Blade… but without eyes. Early in the morning he tells you about the same dream.

It was much stranger and more disturbing, and the most obvious thing was to make sure you both weren’t just going insane. The neighbor you met on the street during her walk snapped at you nervously and rocking the baby in her arms, replied that you should stop talking nonsense and not waste her time. The old lady, looking you up and down carefully, said she had no idea what you were talking about and slammed the door. In general, you couldn’t get anything out of the neighbors — they didn’t know what you were talking about. Or pretended not to.

Blade couldn’t take it anymore - he bought a cheap but good camera and set it up near your door, at such an angle that it recorded everything happening near apartment one-oh-three. While he adjusted the device, you watched it on the laptop screen and quietly giggled at his silly face captured on the camera lens. The next day, you silently watch the recordings made that night. It was four in the morning. You both, caught on video, are knocking on the matte black door numbered one-oh-three. Again and again. But that couldn’t be real, you had spent the entire night cuddled up together on the bed. Blade slowly, with a slightly trembling hand, closed the laptop lid.

At night it became even more disturbing, especially when your boyfriend peacefully fell asleep, and you lay on his chest, listening to his calm breathing. You couldn’t help but flinch when a long ring and a quiet knock came at the front door.