My instincts were right to be wary of this creepy apartment as soon as we had arrived. Back then, I couldn’t put my finger on it, now I know, and I wish that I had listened to Mum and Dad’s rules about not looking into apartment 86 (the one next door to us).
It was one fateful, stormy night, when I couldn’t sleep, that I crept out of bed and stole silently out of our apartment and was about to go downstairs into the swimming pool for a midnight swim, when, all of a sudden, I heard hushed voices in the apartment that had been deserted for as long as I can remember. My heart skipped a beat; I grew very tense; my legs turned into jelly… Someone was there – they shouldn’t be. I didn’t know what to do. Should I tell Mum and Dad? I was on my way back when a thought occurred to me, this wouldn’t be MY adventure if I told them. I never seemed to ever impress them, it was always my perfect older sister Ivy: this was my moment to shine!
I inched closer and closer to the door that held many secrets that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know. Was I really about to do this? On my own… I knocked. No one answered. I tried the door handle. It was open, my life was golden! As I pushed it, a revolting odour worked its way up my nostrils. I was surely about to puke. What was that lump on the floor? Was that a ddddead body? I was about to faint just as the murmur of voices started up. Then all went black. I had fainted.
I know that I didn’t die like that poor person on the floor had, as I am still here to tell the tale. That memory still haunts me now, day and night, although I am 37 and a responsible adult.