Wardrobe

 I am a seventeen-year-old girl who dropped out of school in the ninth grade and moved to live separately. Personally, I think it's humiliating to sit on your parents' necks at that age, and it's time to start building your own life. I'm renting an apartment from my mom's friend. It's not much of an apartment, but because of the ridiculous price the landlady asked, I agreed without hesitation. But in vain.

The apartment is one-room, small. And because of the huge cabinet with glass doors standing in the room, it generally seems tiny, there is nowhere to turn around. But I'm not complaining, I'm rarely at home. Either at college or at work, because you need to pay for accommodation somehow. I wake up and walk the dog, then go to college, either to work part—time, or go home, walk the dog, and sleep. And so it is every day.

From the moment I moved in, the landlady asked me not to touch the closet, not to put things there, supposedly she would take him away soon, he was here temporarily. I've been living in this apartment for three months now, and she hasn't taken out the closet in all these three months. Although he didn't bother me, there was a place to put things; it was worth it, let it be. I can't complain at all, for such a ridiculous price.

That's what I thought before. Until Hachi (that's my dog's name) started looking at this closet strangely. Once he even watched, watched, and then jumped back as if scalded, barking at the same time. I just laughed, but I didn't pay attention.

One day I was so exhausted that I came in and went straight to bed. I woke up at about three in the morning to a strange noise. The apartment is on the second floor, so the idea of a thief came into my head. Unlikely, but quite real, especially since I couldn't find any other decent explanation at the time. I was about to get out of bed when my gaze fell on the closet, which was right in front of me. Oh my god.. I still clearly remember how a chill ran down my back, and there must have been a grimace of horror on my face. There were two bloody handprints on the cabinet doors, and a terrible, most terrible face looked right at me, absolutely white, without hair, as if clean-shaven, with red eye sockets without pupils and a wide-open toothless mouth. At the same time, it "slapped" the glass with its bloody palms, leaving traces on it.

I jumped out of bed, and the next second I was outside. As it is, in a nightgown. What was that?! Where can I find an explanation for this?! As I write this, I recall the events in detail, and my hands are shaking involuntarily. I'm still scared.

I returned to the apartment only the next day, when it was already light and there were people outside. I called the landlady, begging her to take this closet, that I would pay extra if only it would be taken away from here. She asked me in a worried voice what had happened, but in order not to sound sick in the head, I mumbled some nonsense. It seems that she suspected something, because she didn't find out anything, even though I didn't answer anything intelligible. On the same day, in the evening, this cabinet was taken away.

Hachi's strange glances at the place where the cupboard stood stopped. His barking into the void and his strange behavior stopped. I still can't figure out what happened, but I don't want to think about it too often.