The Vanishing RoomLena had lived in the old apartment building for three years, and she knew every creaking floorboard and flickering hallway light. But one night, she discovered something impossible—a door that had never been there before.The DiscoveryIt was late when Lena returned home, her footsteps echoing down the dimly lit corridor. As she reached her apartment, she noticed the door beside hers.Apartment 302.Her stomach tightened. There had never been an Apartment 302.The CuriosityShe knocked. Silence.She turned the knob, expecting it to be locked. It wasn’t.Inside, the room was fully furnished but coated in dust, as if untouched for years. An old radio sat on a wooden table, playing a faint, crackling tune. The air smelled of forgotten time.A photo frame lay facedown on the desk. She picked it up.It was a picture of herself.The EscapeA floorboard creaked behind her.Lena spun around, heart pounding, but the room was empty. The radio crackled louder, the static forming something almost like a voice.She ran for the door, but the hallway was gone—replaced by endless darkness. The walls closed in, the ceiling stretched upward, and the air turned ice-cold.Then, in the reflection of the window, she saw it.A shadowy figure, standing right behind her.And the door to Apartment 302 slammed shut.
