It is a calm summer evening. The warm rays of the sun cast a golden glow on the surroundings. The sound of chirping birds fills the air as a car stops in front of an elegant apartment building. Stepping out of the vehicle, a young adult named Droit gets out with his luggage. Droit is a 22-year-old Indian man, standing tall at 6 feet with a slim build. His mid-length, wavy black hair often falls into his deep, thoughtful eyes. Today marks the beginning of his new life in this unfamiliar neighborhood as he moves into his rented flat on the 12th floor of the 14-story building.
Droit spends the whole evening setting up and making his new flat feel like home. After arranging the room to his satisfaction, he orders dinner and starts watching TV in his room.
The doorbell rang.
Droit thinks to himself, "It's a little early for the food delivery. Let's see who it is." He walks toward the front door of his flat and looks through the peephole, but to his surprise, there is no one outside. Perplexed, he opens the gate to verify, but once again, there is no sign of anyone. The lifts are still on the ground floor, ruling out the possibility of mistaken delivery. Droit assumes it must have been the neighbor's kids playing a prank and decides to dismiss it.
Just as he settles back into his room, the doorbell rings once more, interrupting his thoughts.
Without wasting a moment, Droit rushes towards the main gate. However, once again, there is no one to be found outside. Frustrated, he decides to complain to the neighbors about the mischievous kids, only to discover that all the other flats are locked and seemingly empty. He checks the stairs, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone hiding, but the stairs remain deserted. A growing sense of unease washes over him as he returns to his flat, closing the door behind him. He casts one final glance through the peephole, but there is nothing to be seen.
Suddenly, a skinny and distorted figure crawls across the hall behind him, sending a shiver down Droit's spine. He instinctively turns to look, but there is no trace of anyone there. Shaking off his apprehension, he retreats to his room, starts watching TV, and tries his best to ignore the strange occurrences unfolding around him.
One hour has passed since he placed the food order. Droit opens the food app on his phone and attempts to call the restaurant. However, before the call can connect, a loud plonk noise resonates from the kitchen, as if a utensil has fallen. Curiosity piqued, he quickly makes his way to the kitchen, but upon inspection, he finds everything in its proper place. There are no fallen utensils or any sign of disturbance.
A sense of unease lingers as Droit exits the kitchen, and as he turns his gaze toward his bedroom door, he is met with an unsettling sight. There, staring at him is a creature with a pallid complexion. Its big white eyes, adorned with small black pupils, fixate on him. The creature's mouth bears disconcerting features, with multiple vertical patches of skin connecting its upper and lower lips, creating an eerie and unnatural appearance.
Droit stands there, stunned by the terrifying encounter. But in a split second, he gathers his wits and instinctively sprints towards the main door, desperately seeking an escape from the creature. The creature, driven by an unknown force, also darts towards him, its presence sending shivers down his spine.
Just as the creature inches closer, Droit manages to reach the door, slamming it shut behind him, cutting off the impending danger. Breathing heavily, he notices the elevator on his floor and realizes that one of his neighbors has returned home. In a panicked state, he shouts, "OPEN!! OPEN THE GATES!!! OPEN THE DOORS!!" Thankfully, a lady inside the apartment opens the door, allowing Droit to quickly seek refuge and secure the entrance.
Inside, Droit's eyes fall upon a man seated on the sofa in the lobby, engrossed in reading the newspaper. The man's wife joins him, both of them concerned by Droit's distressed state. Sensing his need for comfort, they kindly offer him a glass of water, hoping to soothe his rattled nerves. Still in shock, Droit stutters as he recounts the harrowing events that transpired in his apartment. He emphasizes the presence of a monstrous entity and urges everyone to contact the police or seek help.
To his surprise, the man rises from the sofa, his face filled with reassurance. He moves closer to his wife, and with a calm voice, he assures Droit that there is no monster in his apartment.
Droit tries to protest, "No, there is some..." but before he can finish his sentence, the husband interrupts him, saying firmly, "There is no monster in your house. That is our son!"
To Droit's horror, the man and his wife begin to transform into distorted figures, mirroring the appearance of the creature from Droit's apartment. In a state of shock, he glances into the glass of water, only to find it tainted with blood. Overwhelmed by the surreal and nightmarish scene unfolding before him, Droit musters his courage and swiftly opens the gate, fleeing from their apartment.
Suddenly, a troubling thought strikes him—had he forgotten to lock his own apartment door? Fearful that the creature may be waiting outside, he rushes towards his apartment, only to discover that the door is closed. A sigh of relief escapes him momentarily.
In a rush to escape further encounters, Droit opts against using the elevator. The possibility of more creatures emerging from it fills him with dread. Instead, he chooses the stairs as his means of descent. As he descends, the weight of the bizarre events and the overwhelming anxiety take their toll on him. Droit begins to experience a panic attack, his mind racing with thoughts of confusion and terror. Eventually, he finds himself unable to continue and collapses into a corner on the 11th floor, seeking solace in the relative safety of the corner's embrace.
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He gazes up at the stairways leading to the 12th floor, contemplating the absence of pursuers. The question arises in his mind—could it all be a dream? However, the vividness and intensity of the events make him discard that possibility. He firmly believes that this is indeed reality, causing him to exclaim, "Naah, that was too real to be a dream. This is real! Oh my God, what is happening to me?"
*ring ring*
As the phone rings, Droit's heart skips a beat. With trepidation, he answers the call, only to be met with a chilling voice on the other end. The voice commands him to be quiet and warns him that his life depends on his silence.
Fear courses through Droit's veins, causing his voice to tremble as he mutters, "Please, help me..."
"How do you know I am in danger? Who are you?" Droit manages to gather the courage to question the mysterious caller, his voice laced with both fear and curiosity.
"That doesn't matter. Just know that you are in another dimension. And it's not a safe place." The caller's words send a shiver down Droit's spine, intensifying the gravity of the situation.
His mind struggles to comprehend the notion of being in another dimension, a place fraught with danger.
Questions swirl within Droit's thoughts, but he understands that unraveling the intricacies of his predicament can wait. Survival takes precedence.
With a tremor in his voice, he responds, "What do I do? How did I end up here? "
"I don't know why, and there's no time to tell you how. Listen closely. If you want to survive, always remain calm and conscious of your environment. Also, by now, you must have encountered the Halitusanimus." - Caller
"Those creatures are called Halitusanimus?" - Droit
"Yes, they can't see or hear anything." - Caller
"They can!"- Droit
"No, they are unable to do that. However, they have the ability to sense your breath. If you are in close proximity, they can anticipate your words by detecting the subtle flow of your breath. So, remember to cease breathing when one is nearby. By doing so, you'll increase your chances of staying safe." - Caller
"Okay, that's valuable information. Thank you." - Droit
"Al.. al...s loo.dsf..ack.."
"Hello?"
"me… sta....sf.fdfd….fgddc…"
"I can’t hear you. Please repeat."
"I don’t … enough tim.., make sur.. to always ..heck .ou.. BACK!! "
*Phone disconnects.*
"Back? What was he trying to convey?"
A chilling chewing sound emanates from the tenth floor. Droit, with bated breath, cautiously approaches to investigate its source. There, he witnesses a haunting sight—a nude woman seated beside a lifeless body. Calling out to her softly, he edges closer, but she remains unresponsive. As he draws nearer, horror grips him as he beholds her feasting upon the corpse with bare hands. Overwhelmed by terror, Droit crumples to the floor, scrambling away until his back finds solace against the cold wall. The woman, not of human origin, bears a visage that sends shivers down Droit's spine. Her face bears a grotesque, wide grin stretching from ear to ear, revealing rows of menacing, pointed teeth. Where her eyes should be, a sinister, horizontal line replaces them. Her skin, a sickly pale brown, contrasts against her long, flowing black hair that cascades down to her lower back.
Droit observes with trepidation that the lady remains motionless, frozen in an eerie stillness. She neither chews nor moves her hands, suspended in mid-air with the flesh of the lifeless body. It's as if time itself has come to a halt for her. Sensing the urgency to distance himself, Droit musters the courage to stand and retreat. However, as he continues walking, a disturbing sound, reminiscent of someone licking an object, reaches his ears. Instinctively, he turns his gaze back, only to find the lady's head twisted towards him, mouth agape, with blood dripping from her menacing, pointed teeth.