Date: July 5, 2025
Author: Rohan Slathia
Tags: True Horror, Real Cases, Paranormal, Urban Haunting
🕯️ Introduction
I’ve never told this story publicly before. Not because I didn’t want to — but because I honestly wasn’t sure it was real. It happened three years ago, during a cold winter in Delhi, when I moved into a temporary apartment during renovations on my main place.
It was a short-term rental, in a quiet building with only six other units. I was in 7A. The unit next door, 7B, was locked the entire time. The landlord told me it had been empty since COVID.
I wish I had asked more questions.
🕳️ The Sounds Begin
The first few nights were quiet. The building had no lift, and almost no one came up to the 7th floor. But on the fourth night, I was woken up around 2:45 a.m. by the sound of footsteps.
Not downstairs. Not outside.
Inside. The unit next door.
At first, I thought it might be the landlord showing the apartment to a potential tenant. But who does that in the middle of the night?
The footsteps were slow. Deliberate.
They paced back and forth from the front door to what I assumed was the kitchen wall — the one shared with my bedroom.
And then… they stopped. Right behind the wall.
I held my breath.
🧊 The Note Under My Door
The next night, I slid a piece of paper under the door of 7B. I wrote:
“Hi — if you’re moving in next door, just wanted to say hello. Let me know if you need help.”
By morning, the paper was gone.
But there was no response.
Instead, that night, I found a different note slid under my door.
It was a single line, written in faint pencil:
“You shouldn’t be here at night.”
I checked the hallway camera. There was no footage between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m. The footage just… cut out.
🕷️ I Called the Landlord
I finally called the landlord and asked bluntly:
“Has anyone moved into 7B?”
His response chilled me more than the note did.
He said, “I don’t even have the keys to that unit. The family who lived there left everything behind during lockdown. We’ve never re-entered it.”
When I asked why, he hesitated, then said:
“Because… the last tenant filed a report about someone living inside the walls. I thought he was just sick. He left the country.”
🩸 The Final Night
My last night there, I locked everything. I left the hallway light on. I didn’t sleep.
At 3:21 a.m., my lights flickered off. No power outage in the area. My phone still charged, the fridge was still running. Only my bedroom lost power.
Then, from inside the wall, I heard breathing.
Slow, heavy, and unmistakably real.
I ran out with only my phone, barefoot down seven flights of stairs.
🪦 Conclusion: What Was Apartment 7B?
I never went back. A week later, the landlord said the door to 7B had been left open — but the apartment was empty. Furniture covered in dust. No footprints. No signs of life.
He changed the locks. He offered me a free month if I’d return. I said no.
And yet, to this day, sometimes at 3:21 a.m., I wake up without knowing why.
And I swear… I still hear that breathing.
