I cannot tolerate anything in this crazy apartment anymore! I cannot stay there for one second! That very old water purification system just like my grandpa used, the weird and terrible smell of the corridor, and my insane neighbor have bothered me for days I cannot account for! Right, especially my crazy neighbor. If he is still alive in this world, I can never have a peaceful life!
Mental illness has already bothered me for a long time, I had to go to see my therapist at least four days a week. I rented and moved to this cheap apartment about three weeks ago because this place is close to the hospital my therapist works. Now that I think it would be the most terrible decision I have made in my whole life. If I could return three weeks ago, I would not move here. No, I would even not glance at this adverse apartment for wasting one second in my life.
You may ask me “What things make you so angry about this place?”. Well, if you are in my position, you will not let those words out of your mouth. Anyway, let me explain it to you. Three weeks ago, the first day I moved to this place. On that very night, a strange sound came from my neighbor’s home. In the beginning, it was just like two people were arguing with loud voices. At first, I did not take care of it because I thought any strange and unacceptable thing can happen in this apartment. After all, it is too greedy to ask for a civilized neighbor in such a cheap apartment. However, it seemed that it has no tendency to stop. I could still hear that sound until twelve O’clock. And this sound became louder and stranger. It is difficult for me to describe this sound. What I could say is that it was shrill. It was like a stupid beginner was practicing his violin, and it was also like stridulation that is made by the immediate stop of a train. After a long time, a long time, it was like a man’s scream before he is executed. I once protested by lapping the paint-shedding white wall that is with a poor effect of soundproofing, but that sound never stopped, and I could even feel it became louder. I had to use my pillow to cover my head in order to create a peaceful space. I am not joking, only God can imagine how hard I passed that night.
Perhaps I really have extraordinary patience. Anyway, I cannot recall how I fell asleep with that crazy sound that night at all. But a more important question for me that I really wanted to find out is what kind of crazy guy would make this sound at midnight? With this question, on the second day of that very day, I took a look at my neighbor’s living place before I stepped into my home. It is not similar to other places in this apartment, or, I should say that it is like a room that is suddenly made. Except for the strange dark iron door that is different from other wooden doors in the apartment. The decoration on the door is also elaborated, it is a devil’s face, and in one of this devil’s hands, there is a heart. To be honest, it makes me uncomfortable, and I felt strange because I suddenly had a strange and complex feeling that is hard to be defined. What I can tell you is that I felt I had seen this stuff somewhere before and I was familiar with it at that time though I did not have the ability to tell you why. I took a breath and looked around, I wanted to knock on this door, but I failed because I thought after I knocked on this door, some bad things might appear. In that case, I had to escape to my home quickly.
Unfortunately, that night, this sound appeared once again. After I just took my sleeping pills and went to the bed, that sound appeared. At first, I closed my eyes and repeated to myself “that is fine, you are just too tired, there is no strange sound. Sleep, sleep, SLEEP!”. However, a fact would never be changed as you wish. I failed to persuade myself. That sound was different. It became a slight groan; it was the groan of beasts, and it finally was heard as the groan of mortal terror from the hell! And this noise excited me to a very uncontrolled terror. Very weird, very indescribable, and very scary!
You might say I am crazy. No, a crazy guy would not hear a such clear sound. Although I know the effect of soundproofing on my bedroom is poor, it is still unacceptable. I sweated, I had a headache, and my eyes widened. I could ensure that this noise from hell had controlled me. I felt this sound was more closed to me, and I felt it was just made from my body, right, my HEART! This dreadful sound made me terrified. In front of this sound, my mental illness is just dust. I prefer to suffer from my illness instead of this sound. And this sound existed for a long time. I tried to tell myself I was mad, but I failed because I was not MAD. Who is mad? I thought, the answer was my damn neighbor, who made this sound was mad. I confessed that my mental illness which has companied me for more than ten years has really made me a bit nervous, but where is your evidence to prove I am mad? After getting up, I took a packet of “Diz” cigarettes out of my pocket, but I did not find any cigarettes in it. Why the cigarette was also against me?! At that time, I could feel that the sound became stronger and closer to me. This sound was full of every sound I did not want to hear in this world now, but the sound of the soul’s groan from the hell was the most obvious. I had never met my neighbor, I had never desired his wealth, I had never wronged him, and I had never given him insult. Why he treated me in this way that made me suffer? Just because I was his neighbor?
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Probably, you could tolerate it if you were me, but I could not. I could not overcome my emotion that combined anger and fear. I took the knife from under my pillow. This knife I brought should be used to protect myself, but I had never thought I would use it right now. Everything came too quickly. I rushed out of my home. I stood in front of the aforementioned iron door. This time, I felt a cold wind. I looked around. It is not a graceful thing to be seen others that you stand in front of others’ homes with a knife. Luckily, everyone was sleeping. Didn’t they hear this sound? Then I looked at this dark door, I felt maybe there were some better ways to solve this problem, but I could not find one, I held my spiculate knife, and with full encouragement, knocked on the door. To my surprise, the door was unlocked, it was opened easily.
What appeared in my eyes immediately was a long, dark corridor. Let me describe what this corridor looked like to prove I was not crazy because a crazy guy cannot remember these details. The corridor was about twenty meters, I did not know this apartment has a secret place. At the end of the corridor, there was a door, and behind the door, there was a dim light, I thought it was another room. And on both sides of the corridor, there were many clocks. Though I could not see them clearly, I could distinguish the sound of rotation secondhand clearly. This sound and the beat of my heart built an equilibrium. This corridor is like a way of a hall to Satan’s golden chair.
That sound was Satan. He was hiding behind the dim light and waiting for me!
So, I walked very carefully, feeling the clock sound and beat of my heart. I could feel that crazy sound become closer and closer to me. It was laughing at me! I could feel that. A voice in my heart told to me “FIND IT AND KILL THE PERSON WHO MAKES IT!”. But wait, it is necessary for me to explain here that I did not want to hurt anyone, but my heart asked me to do so, I had no better choice. With this feeling, my steps were more careful. I held my knife in my left hand. One step, two steps, three steps… I had never found the extent of my own powers before that night. And you think, the person in the room with dim light would never know who was coming to him until he died. I thought, one step, only one step, I could solve this issue right away. Can you imagine that feeling? It is just like the feeling you have when your teacher calls your name to get your midterm test paper. Is it nervous or Exciting? I could not give a proper answer. I had to confess that this corridor to Satan really made me uncomfortable, and sometimes I felt it was hard to breathe when walking. That crazy sound was still there, laughing at me. It would never stop, just like a brave soldier.
Finally, I stood in front of the door, behind the door, it was the place where this noise was produced. How long have I used to move here? Ten minutes? Thirty minutes? This stuff was not important. The noise reached to strongest at that time. I could not tolerate it anymore! There must have a solution! Then, with extraordinary courage, I kicked in the door and rushed into the room with the dim light. Yes! As I presumed, a man with a totally black robe was sitting in the center of the room, he was back to me. Right! He was the producer of that noise, the noise that had bothered me! I lunged at him with my knife. Screaming was the last sound he produced. That crazy sound suddenly disappeared in my brain. I was free! It happened too quickly. And when I was pleased with myself, triumphant. A thing that made me scared happened.
There was nothing under the robe! Suddenly, that noise appeared once again, it was louder and wanted to swallow me! I could feel it, but where was the source of it?! My eyes widened with full of anger. My forehead, beans on a big sweat. I licked my lips and looked around this small room and tried to find where it was hiding. But there was nothing except that strange black empty robe in this room. “WHERE ARE YOU?!” I shouted, but nothing replied to me. Suddenly, just in one second. You should have been there so you could know how I was smart to find it. I knew where it came from! Right, it came from my heart. I looked down, looking at my chest. Yes, that noise producer was hiding in it. How could I stand such a disgusting thing existing in my body?! Thinking of it, my eyes were full of anger, and a flame of anger rose in my heart. I could do it. I COULD DO IT! I stabbed myself in the heart. Immediately, the blood gushed out of my chest. The wall of this room was full of drops of red. The beat of my heart, that disgusting and horrible sound finally disappeared. I looked at my red heart. This time, it was my turn to laugh at it!
“THAT SOUND IS FINALLY DISAPPEARED!”
“THAT SOUND IS FINALLY DISAPPEARED!”
“THAT SOUND…”