Survival Diary of the Ghost Story Apartment

‘I am not a genius.’

There was venom in this sentence.

“Can I leave my luggage here?”

“I’m sorry it seems like I’m just playing around.”

“Why are you sorry? I can’t even stand properly because my back hurts.”

Moving to a hallway-style apartment that looks old at first glance. My brother puts the moving luggage on the floor.

As an employee of a large company, your age is like a plate of eggs. My older brother is much older than me and got married not long ago.

“I don’t have to sit around much anymore, so I do some exercise.”

“Okay. That’s how it should be.”

“If your back is damaged, you have to support it with muscles, not bones. Oh, do you want to go to the gym here? I know a brother who runs it, so he takes good care of me.”

“I’ll think about it. For now, I just want to rest.”

Some jobs don’t usually come with hard work.

no. It would be more accurate to say that there is not enough time to make efforts.

It takes quite a bit of skill to even draw a picture properly. What if I had to stitch together hundreds of pages to make a story? It would be funny for about 10 years.

During that time, livelihoods are ruined and parents sigh.

-The drawing is beautiful, but somewhat ambiguous.

-There is no charm that attracts people.

I wanted to become a webtoon writer.

However, all that comes up in the comments is feedback that cannot be fixed even if you want to fix it. Additionally, people in the webtoon industry showed a frightening lack of interest.

What was more difficult to bear was the fact that young rookies appear every year.

I gritted my teeth. I promised myself that I would try to make up for the gap in talent through effort. I would commission whatever I could. I earned money by working part-time, and in my spare time, I sat in front of my tablet and drew.

“That’s right. tablet. Did you throw that away?”

“Yes. I threw it away when I moved. Because I don’t even want to see it.”

“…Good job.”

My brother made a sad expression and then turned his gaze towards the door.

“Then let’s go. I’ll contact you later.”

“Yes.”

thud.

After moving from one single room to another, I moved into an apartment with the help of my older brother.

It was the first day.

All old residential complexes follow the same procedure: first people move out, then shops move out. Meanwhile, churches opened one by one.

Before you know it, there are dozens of neon crosses that light up every night. There will be no separate cemetery.

It’s the same here too.

I cracked open a beer. If you sit by the window, you can vividly feel the cold air and the noise of the surrounding roads.

Empty streets. But hundreds of crosses.

That’s strange. This is the first time I’ve seen a place that’s so unbalanced.

A red wave rises. All the street lights are off. The noisy road suddenly becomes quiet.

Rattling-

The lights inside the room went out.

Is it a power outage? This is what happens when I think about strange things and it makes me anxious for no reason.

I can’t even see straight ahead. Shining the smartphone light here and there doesn’t make much sense.

okay. I also happen to be tired. Let’s just sleep.

“Power distribution inspection is here! Is there anyone there?”

A male voice echoes through the hallway.

“You must open the door to check the circuit breaker facility! We ask for your cooperation to restore power quickly!”

…My body is heavy. I feel like I have a bit of a fever.

“Are you there?”

“Yes.”

I don’t know why they don’t go to the management office during a power outage but go door to door, but it could be because it’s a crappy apartment.

I crossed the living room and grabbed the door handle.

Shake!

I immediately closed the door without even thinking about it.

The thing at the door is not a person. First of all, the shape looks like a human, but something is strange. I couldn’t see it clearly, but I think it was the eyes…

Did I see it wrong?

I cautiously opened my mouth, wondering if I had made a mistake.

“I…”

Rattle rattle rattle!

Just before the door lock turns. At that moment, a tremendous force came in and the door could not be closed and was pushed inward.

chin!

Crunch, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.

I used my last strength to lock the door.

A small gap where one forearm can fit. You can see him through it.

Creepy black outline.

In the empty eyes where there is nothing, I somehow feel the gaze.

Quang!

I could barely close the door.

“Inspection of power distribution!”

“Please open the door!”

A voice passes by in the hallway again as if it had never happened before.

“Heo Eok. Huh. Wow…”

I just lay on the floor and caught my breath.

“What is it? What are you asking…”

However, something feels strange.

“Huh?”

“Ah. Ah.”

“Ah?”

Your voice is strange. This is why it sounds like a woman’s voice.

I went into the bathroom and used my smartphone flashlight.

Me standing in the mirror.

The blood that had been concentrated in my head suddenly drains out to my toes.

A woman with an innocent-looking appearance was looking at me, completely frightened.