an empty room with a chair and a window

Last year, I moved into an old apartment building that had an unsettling vibe. The wallpaper was peeling, the floors creaked, and the air felt stale no matter how much I aired it out. My neighbors kept to themselves, and it seemed like no one stayed long. The landlord mentioned that the last tenant had left suddenly, abandoning their belongings. That first night, exhausted from unpacking, I went straight to bed. But around 3 a.m., I woke up to a soft, distant humming coming from somewhere in the apartment. It was faint but impossible to ignore, making my heart race.