After hearing an odd knocking late at night from the opposite side of the wall, a woman experienced an entirely unexpected event a short while later.
The woman ended up living in a small sixteen-square-meter flat in an ancient, partially dilapidated building after the divorce. Her new reality was a creaking bed, old doors, and cracked walls. She had left everything behind when she ran away from her husband, including her hopes, her accustomed life, and even the child she had lost.
It was an unhealing wound, and her husband had pushed her into an even worse hell rather than offering her assistance. Her life became a nightmare due to controversies, conflicts, unjustified envy, and prohibitions on leaving the flat.
After another disagreement one day, the woman came to the realization that her husband would ruin her if she stayed. She fled, wanting to hide from him, with little more than a little bag and nearly no money.
Due to her limited financial resources, she was forced to rent a tiny flat in an ancient building that was devoid of furnishings and other conveniences.
She listened to voices from nearby homes while lying still at night behind a thin cover. She initially assumed the noise was coming from the neighbors.
However, one night a very strange incident occurred. Three in the morning was the time. She was suddenly awakened by an odd noise. Someone knocked. On the wall, though, not the door.
She initially assumed the noise was coming from the neighbors. However, the knocking continued—boring, steady, like though someone were attempting to communicate.
After putting on shorts and a T-shirt, the woman carefully got out of bed, stepped barefoot on the chilly floor, and moved toward the wall. Pressing her ear against the cool surface, she froze. Fear hammered at her heart.
The knocking came again. Silent, nearly undetectable.
She muttered, “Who’s there?..,” knowing she would probably not hear back.
However, a horrible event occurred in the following second.
A sharp blow came suddenly, so powerful that the old partition shook. The wall truly broke into cardboard-like fragments in the following second.
The woman covered her head with her hands as she screamed and collapsed to the ground. Pieces of plaster dropped upon her shoulders and hair.
She looked up to see a man standing in the doorway. Black-clad, hooded, with his face obscured by shadow. She saw only a silhouette as he took a step forward. Abruptly, the man sprang at her and seized her shoulder. She struggled to release herself and screamed:
— Who are you? What are you after?
He simply pushed her harder to the ground without responding. The man kicked her phone away as she reached for it.
She bit and scraped in desperation, but her power was not comparable. She then noticed the stranger’s features when the dim light from the hallway fell on his face.
He was the one. Her spouse.
She shuddered as he growled, his voice twisted with malice, “I told you,.” You can’t run. I located you.
She felt him pull her head back and clutch her hair.
— I come to get you. You will only follow my instructions from now on.
No one responded when her scream reverberated through the deserted hallways of the mansion. Nobody wanted to become involved in other people’s troubles, therefore this house was abandoned. It dawned on her that she would need to preserve herself.
