It is a story that I heard from a friend (Mr.W) who actually experienced.
Mr. W lives on the 6th floor of a 9-story apartment building.
One day he got home late at banquet and returned home at 1 o'clock in the midnight.
He unlocked the auto lock at the first floor lobby, entered the apartment, and got on the elevator.
He arrived at the 6th floor where his room was located, thought about other residents coming back to the apartment from now on, pushed the button to the first floor, and then got off the elevator.
When he was looking for the key from the bag in front of the entrance, it seems that someone got on the elevator on the first floor. The elevator has risen.
The elevator had small windows and it was a type that could check inside the elevator from the passage of the apartment.
He could hardly find the key and when he saw the elevator, the elevator was approaching the 6th floor.
He thought, "If the person on the elevator is the same sixth floor, it is troublesome to say hello." The elevator rose as it passed through the 6th and 7th floors.
He just saw it ...
A woman wearing a black coat with a height of 2 m or more from among the elevators was staring at him with a demon-like expression ...
He shouted "Wow!", Hurriedly looking for the key and opened the door of the entrance and entered.
The elevator seems to stop on the 8th floor.
"Does such a creepy woman live!"
He thinks so, and he is in the toilet ...
bam! bam! bam! bump!! bump!! bump!!
I heard a hammering of the entrance of his room violently.
He thought "Who's that?", And was surprised to see the outside from the peephole of the door.
A woman with a black coat who I saw earlier is staring at him from the peephole!
Hurry up to the living room and go to the window to quickly close the curtain that opened in the morning ...
A woman in a black coat stood on the veranda.
It is a momentum that will glare at him, hit the window glass desperately, and is about to enter even now.
He fainted with confusion, fear, surprise. And it was morning.
The room was as usual, but the window of the veranda has the key open, furthermore the entrance door seems to have been scratched.
He has no money to move from the apartment, and he still lives in the apartment.
But since that time, he has not returned to his room, he lives in the room of me and other friends.
He talks to his parents two days ago and he is about to finally move out of the apartment, but he must return to that room.
Next time, three of us including me will go to help him move... Now, I got goosebumps.
Mr. W lives on the 6th floor of a 9-story apartment building.
One day he got home late at banquet and returned home at 1 o'clock in the midnight.
He unlocked the auto lock at the first floor lobby, entered the apartment, and got on the elevator.
He arrived at the 6th floor where his room was located, thought about other residents coming back to the apartment from now on, pushed the button to the first floor, and then got off the elevator.
When he was looking for the key from the bag in front of the entrance, it seems that someone got on the elevator on the first floor. The elevator has risen.
The elevator had small windows and it was a type that could check inside the elevator from the passage of the apartment.
He could hardly find the key and when he saw the elevator, the elevator was approaching the 6th floor.
He thought, "If the person on the elevator is the same sixth floor, it is troublesome to say hello." The elevator rose as it passed through the 6th and 7th floors.
He just saw it ...
A woman wearing a black coat with a height of 2 m or more from among the elevators was staring at him with a demon-like expression ...
He shouted "Wow!", Hurriedly looking for the key and opened the door of the entrance and entered.
The elevator seems to stop on the 8th floor.
"Does such a creepy woman live!"
He thinks so, and he is in the toilet ...
bam! bam! bam! bump!! bump!! bump!!
I heard a hammering of the entrance of his room violently.
He thought "Who's that?", And was surprised to see the outside from the peephole of the door.
A woman with a black coat who I saw earlier is staring at him from the peephole!
Hurry up to the living room and go to the window to quickly close the curtain that opened in the morning ...
A woman in a black coat stood on the veranda.
It is a momentum that will glare at him, hit the window glass desperately, and is about to enter even now.
He fainted with confusion, fear, surprise. And it was morning.
The room was as usual, but the window of the veranda has the key open, furthermore the entrance door seems to have been scratched.
He has no money to move from the apartment, and he still lives in the apartment.
But since that time, he has not returned to his room, he lives in the room of me and other friends.
He talks to his parents two days ago and he is about to finally move out of the apartment, but he must return to that room.
Next time, three of us including me will go to help him move... Now, I got goosebumps.
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