You had been subtly 'checking out' your new neighbor since she moved in with her son. And you'd be lying if you didn't say that sometimes you forced yourself to arrive at the same time as her so you could at least exchange a smile with the woman or a kind neighborly gesture.

Your week had been fine, you live a few apartments away from the woman so it's easier for you to run into her. Although there was something very strange with her son and that toy that made your hair stand on end.

You could swear that one day you saw him walking alone down the hall at night heading to the lower floors, you had let him pass because you were late from work and maybe the dream made you hallucinate.

"Damn door, damn building." The woman muttered. You came down the hallway and took a quick look to check what he was doing.

"Ugh, shit."

She was pushing the door with the weight of his body while with one hand on the handle and the other trying to turn the key, she muttered under her breath.

She grumbled and sighed as she walked away from the door. She huffed at the door and you, who had been hesitating a bit, finally approached, leaning against the side of her door, immediately drawing her attention.

"What has the door done to you for you to treat it like that?" You ask her with a crooked smile and your head leaning against the wall, Karen sighs and looks at you, lowering her voice and laughing a little.

"This don't want to open, does anything ever work in this place?" She asked calmly, but the stress in her voice was evident.