Wet apartment

 It turned out that I had to rent an apartment. I didn't look very long, since finances allowed. A good one—bedroom apartment, no complaints, but clean, not far from the metro, the furniture is not particularly old, the price is reasonable - not expensive, not cheap. The landlady lives across the yard, if anything, she'll look after the apartment, she's not old herself, and she doesn't look like a hysterical brawler. In general, everything is quite good.I checked in and literally the next day I discovered that the taps were leaking. And both in the kitchen and in the bathroom. My hands are growing from where they need to — I changed the pads, it seemed to help. A week later, the kettle leaked. The old Tefal cracked at the very bottom. Well, there wasn't much water, but it got on the floor, and there was linoleum. I was afraid it would swell up, but it seemed to work out.It's been about a month. I was working all day then. He only came home to eat, take a shower, and sleep. I jumped up in the morning, drank coffee, and went to work. So I decided to have a beer over the weekend. While falling asleep, he prudently placed a half-liter bottle of mineral water next to the bed. I remember well how I put it on, I didn't even open it. I felt around this morning and couldn't find it. It was lying empty in the corner. I was kind of surprised, but then I laughed at myself.: It's necessary to drain such a bottle of water overnight. Although I didn't remember drinking it, sometimes it happens when you're drunk and half asleep doing something and you don't remember.A week later, I was flooded. I was sitting at my computer at night and I could hear the water in the bathtub squelching so thinly. I go there, and there are whole streams running down the wall, and it's good to at least drain into the tub. I have a bathtub right in front of the entrance, across. There's a sink with a mirror on the left, and an old washing machine on the right. So, there was no water there, but it was flowing down the wall opposite the door directly into the bathtub. Of course, I cursed, ran upstairs, and only on the stairs did I remember that I actually had the last floor. I thought something had burst on the roof. I ran back to the housing department to call. While I was running, everything went away. Interestingly, even the paint didn't peel off.The next morning I'm lying in bed half asleep and I can clearly hear someone moving in the kitchen. Dishes clattered a couple of times. I was surprised that the hostess had come. There was no one else to think about, she was the only one with the keys. I got up, pulled on my pants, and went to the kitchen. I go in, but there's no one there. That's when it got scary. I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen and I feel goosebumps running down my spine. He stood there, sort of moved away. I thought I heard something in my dream.That evening we had a drink with a friend at his apartment. I returned home in the morning, and an hour later the hostess comes and cunningly asks me what kind of girl I have. I look at her and wonder. What makes her think the girl showed up? And she replies that she looks out the window in the evening, but it turns out that the light in the room is on, and a girl's silhouette is visible in the window. I felt creepy. I tell her that I actually wasn't at home yesterday, I just came home. She grinned, saying she didn't care, she understood everything. She left, and I felt very uneasy. I thought maybe my aunt had decided to scare me.I didn't sleep well at night, I woke up from every rustle. I woke up in the morning, went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. He's sleepy himself, his eyes barely open. I have a mirror hanging right over the sink — while I'm brushing my teeth, I always look at my reflection. And then I notice the curtain above the bathroom moving. I turned around and looked — I feel a draft pulling at my legs. My heart was relieved. I bend over to the faucet, take a mouthful of water, straighten up and take a look in the mirror, and there...... a hand appears from the tub and plops on its edge. Green and blue, long and terribly skinny. I swallowed all the water at once, I'm standing there, I can't move. And a second hand appeared from the bathtub, as if there was some kind of dwarf standing at the edge. And I see those arms tense up, and a head pokes out, half protruding and looking at me. She looks like a woman, her hair is long, wet, hanging in strands, only her face is blue-green. I somehow turned my head, squinted my eyes, but there was nothing in the tub. It's standing there, turning white. I looked in the mirror again, and there IT was coming out of the tub, like some kind of slime shimmering and looking at me. It was like I woke up and took off so fast that I probably broke all the speed records. I didn't take any things, nothing. Then he asked a friend to pick him up, but he was standing in the hallway, he couldn't go in. My friend says he didn't see anything there, he just asks why I filled all the sofas with water and broke the bathroom mirror.And a couple of weeks later, I met the hostess. She started asking me why I had run away so abruptly. She asked if I'd seen anything. I said it was uncomfortable to live there. The landlady sighed and said that three people had already moved out of this apartment.

And before them, there was a student who once opened her veins in the bathtub and lay there for a week until she was missed. I had to do a complete renovation in the bathroom...