As a student, I rented an apartment. An ordinary neighborhood, a new building. No one had lived in the apartment before me, so I didn't even have a thought to be afraid of anything. However, even in this quiet apartment, something incomprehensible happened to me.
It was the night from Thursday to Friday. I couldn't sleep. Tomorrow was an important exam, I was preparing poorly and the excitement made itself felt, resulting in insomnia.
I was lying there thinking about my life when I heard a soft rustle from the hallway. I don't have any animals, and I live alone, so I pricked up my ears and listened. There was a feeling that someone was scratching at the door. I wanted to get up several times and check what was going on, but it was too scary.
Then the rustling was replaced by footsteps. Very quiet, barely noticeable.
I was so afraid that I couldn't bring myself to turn around (I was lying with my face to the wall). Someone was standing in front of my bed, I could feel it on my skin. A light breeze passed over my cheek — I was sniffed!
And then I heard a voice, almost a whisper.:
— Not there. It's not her.
And I felt it move away from my bed. I don't know where my powers came from, but I turned around. Two silhouettes floated out of the room into the corridor — a woman and a very young girl. I watched them go for a few minutes, and then I just turned off.
She was obviously nervous.
The next evening, I found out that a young woman had died in the apartment below me. She died of a heart attack while sitting on a stool by the window. She had a cigarette in her hand.
Apparently, it was her.
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