Episode 1
The first night I saw my neighbour at my door wearing a white gown, I thought she was just reading the sticker I had placed there.
I never knew it was something more.
I was a new tenant. People said the last tenant didn't even last a month before leaving, but I didn't care to ask why.
I had just one neighbour, a beautiful young woman. Very fair, smooth skin, long hair. She was jovial, always smiling. Sometimes she even gave me food when I came home late from work.
But close to midnight, I began to hear faint footsteps outside my door. Slow. Careful. Deliberate.
I never checked. I always felt too lazy to get up.
One evening after work, I asked her, "Do you hear footsteps at night?"
"Footsteps?" she repeated.
I nodded slowly. "Yes..."
She laughed. "We're only two in this compound. Who would be walking around at night?"
I sighed. "Maybe the movies I watch before bed are messing with me."
She laughed again. "This place is the safest. Even if you leave your door open, nothing will happen."
I forced a smile and went inside. But deep down, something told me the footsteps were real.
That night I tried to stay awake to be sure, but I always drifted off before midnight.
Every morning as I stepped out for work, I'd hear her voice from inside her room: "Have a nice day," almost as if she was watching me.
But one night, I woke up, pressed to use the bathroom and then I heard it again. Footsteps.
I froze. The footsteps stopped.
Slowly, I walked to my window and peeked.
There she was my neighbour. Standing at my doorstep.
Her long white gown glowed faintly under the moonlight. She didn't knock. She didn't move. She just stood there, still as a statue, staring at my door.
I thought she was reading the sticker. But it was taking too long. Was she trying to knock?
"Hello, neighbour," I called softly. "Are you okay? Should I open the door?"
No answer.
I raised my voice. "Hello, beautiful?"
Silence. She didn't turn. She didn't move.
My heart began to race. My palms were sweating.
I stood still, thinking. Then I decided to open the door and find out.
Each step toward it felt heavier.
I took a deep breath.
Just as my hand touched the handle
The lights in my room went off.
Episode 2
Darkness swallowed the room as the lights went off. My hand was still on the door handle. I opened it fast, but she was gone. All I heard was her own door closing quietly.
I stood outside, confused. What exactly was happening? For a moment, I thought of knocking on her door… but it was midnight.
The silence around me was heavy, and for the first time since I moved in, I felt truly afraid. I told myself I'd wait until morning.
I went back inside, sat on the bed, but I couldn't sleep. My mind replayed everything I had just seen.
At daybreak, I went straight to her door and knocked. No response. Not even a word.
"Maybe she's still sleeping," I told myself, and went back to prepare for work.
That morning, I didn't see her when I left. But when I stepped into the office, a sudden headache knock me hard. I tried to endure, but it only got worse. Finally, I asked for permission and went home early.
The moment I got home, the headache disappeared. Just like that.
And there she was stepping out of her apartment, smiling.
"You're back early. Any problem?" she asked.
"Not really," I replied. "I just felt a headache. But I'm fine now."
Then I decided to ask, "Last night… why were you standing at my door? I came out, but you were gone."
She frowned. "Me? At your door? Maybe you were dreaming. I don't like going out at night, not to talk of standing at your doorstep."
Her words unsettled me. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was sleepwalking. I didn't even know what to believe anymore.
But then something strange started happening every time I got to work, a terrible headache would strike. The moment I asked for an excuse and came back home… it vanished, just like that.
One day, my manager called. His voice was stern.
"I think you're tired of this job."
"No, sir!" I said quickly.
"For a whole week you've been excusing yourself. If this continues next week, I'll have no choice but to let you go."
Fear gripped me. "I promise, sir… it won't happen again," I blurted out quickly.
That evening, I was inside watching a movie when I heard a knock. I opened the door, it was my neighbour.
She gave me a warm smile, holding a flask of food. I smiled back.
"I brought this for you," she said.
I didn't waste time. "Thank you so much, my caring neighbour."
"Eat it now while it's still hot," she added.
I nodded. "Sure, I will."
Then she said softly, "By tomorrow, I'll be traveling."
"Oh… I'll miss you," I replied.
She laughed, turned, and left.
When I opened the flask, it was my favourite, beans and rice, loaded with meat. I planned to eat it right away, but the movie was too interesting, and it held my attention.
Before I knew it, it was late at night when I finally remembered the food.
I rushed, picked up the flask, and opened it.
What I saw… shocked me.
Episode 3
That midnight, I froze at the dining table. Then a sound came from behind me. I turned quickly and there, at the window, stood my neighbour in white, staring straight at me.
I blinked, just to be sure but she wasn't there anymore. My heart raced. I turned to the flask she had given me earlier. Inside were only red stains, thick and smeared, like palm oil.
My chest tightened. What was this?
Just earlier, when she gave me the flask, I clearly saw rice and beans inside… even meat.
Now, fear gripped me.
I glanced at the clock. Exactly 12 midnight.
I rushed into the bathroom, splashed water on my face. I wasn't dreaming, I was wide awake. My heart pounded faster. This wasn't ordinary. Something was very wrong.
I began to suspect her.
Since moving in, I had never seen her with friends. Never seen her go to work. Never even with a phone.
Nothing.
Who really was she?
I walked quietly to the window, staring at her door.
Should I pack out… or stay and uncover who she really is?
I made up my mind. First thing in the morning, I'll call the landlord.
Then I'll ask people around about her.
And if possible… track down the last tenant.
One way or another, I must find answers.
Then suddenly, her door opened.
She stepped out slowly, then walked straight to my door. She knocked.
My heartbeat thundered. Why was she knocking at this hour? I waited… the knock came again. Finally, I called out from the window, "Yes? Any problem? It's late."
She turned, smiled, and slowly walked toward the window. Her voice was soft, almost whispering: "I feel uncomfortable in my room… I just want to stay in yours."
Cold fear gripped me. I stammered, "Uh—uhm…" No words came out.
She tilted her head, smiling wider. "Don't tell me you've never admired this beauty. I know you've wanted it all along. Don't pretend… just open the door."
I tried to look away, but the longer I stared, the heavier the pull. Something inside me felt different.
She whispered again, almost daring me, "Come on… don't act like you're not a man. Open the door."
I swallowed hard, frozen between fear and desire.
Episode 4
I stood by the window, staring at my neighbour as she stood outside, looking straight back at me.
For a moment, I hesitated. Maybe I was overreacting… maybe fear had clouded my mind. She was beautiful. Perhaps this was my only chance. I took a deep breath, walked slowly to the door, paused, then gently turned the key and opened it.
She stepped inside with a smile.
"I've been waiting for this moment," she whispered.
I forced a smile. "You should have told me earlier."
She chuckled, then added, "I wanted to… but anytime I came close to your door, something troubled me."
I laughed it off, not paying much attention. My mind was elsewhere, already carried away by desire.
Then her voice dropped: "The previous tenant wasn't lucky… but you, you're a lucky man."
Her words thrilled me. She called me lucky. I smiled uncontrollably. Without thinking twice, I let my guard down.
The next thing I knew, sunlight was peeking through my window. Morning had come. I turned to my side, she was gone. My body was weak, but I smiled to myself, replaying the night in my mind.
I stretched, walked to the kitchen to make tea, then glanced at the dining table. Her flask was gone. Maybe she took it, I thought. I brushed it off and went to check on her.
I knocked at her door. No response.
"Hello?" I called out. Silence.
The door was slightly open. I pushed it, and froze.
The apartment was empty. Completely empty. Not a chair. Not even a pin.
I rubbed my eyes, blinked, looked again. Empty. My heart dropped. Who was she? Where had she gone? What had I just done? "Oh my God…" I whispered.
I rushed outside, asking people. Some just shook their heads. "That woman…" they muttered, "nobody really understands who she is." A few said they had seen a woman moving things out in the night. Others lowered their voices, whispering, even calling her strange names.
One elderly man pulled me aside. "Hope you didn't eat the forbidden fruit?"
My stomach twisted. "What do you mean?"
"Young man," he sighed, "you know what I mean. I hope you didn't do anything with her."
My blood ran cold. My mind raced back to the night before. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. I couldn't even answer him. Weak and trembling, I turned away, speechless. Regret weighed heavy on me "Had I known…" I whispered under my breath. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and called the landlord.
"Sir… my neighbour's apartment is empty. She's gone."
The landlord sounded calm. "Oh, she told me some time ago she would leave once she achieved her target. If she's gone, that's good."
"Target?" I stammered, but he hung up. Moments later he called back.
"I tried calling her, but her line isn't reachable. I'll come by later."
I was speechless.
Then my phone rang again, it was my manager.
"Hello? You've become very unserious," he barked. "Today is Monday. No call, no text. Last week you were inconsistent. Enough is enough."
"I'm sorry, sir" I tried to explain.
"You're fired. We can't condone laziness." Click.
Tears burned my eyes. I rushed back toward my apartment… only to find smoke rising. My home was in flames. I had forgotten to turn off the gas.
I held my head, crying like a child, watching everything I had worked for vanish in minutes. Deep down, something whispered to me… this was only the beginning.
One night. One wrong decision. One uncontrolled desire had cost me everything.
This is a reminder that, Not every food that looks delicious is safe to eat. Not every opportunity is a blessing. Before you trust, observe. Before you leap, ask questions. And above all, learn to control your desires.
The End