So, for context, I’m visiting my late grandpa’s house as usual. I decided to explore his house and managed to find a strange place in his basement. His house was built like, in 2005. I discovered that the strange place was a apartment!
I’m not really sure how his house was built above a very old apartment but technology is kind of weird by itself. The apartment was built around 1927 in early July, very cool. It closed down in March 14th 1999. I’m guessing the apartment was like around 70 years old.
I also found this diary from a guy named Michael B. Its strange so I decided to share it with you guys. Honestly it gave me the chills.
‘Diary Entry 1 - March 15th, 1999 Today was amazing. I woke up feeling great, fresh and ready for life! Mrs. Delilah delivered me her famous Gumbo and it was great. Life has never been better! I’m feeling tired after a long day of work, so I’ll take a nap.
Diary Entry 2 - March 15th, 1999 (continuation) So..I woke up just as any normal person would do after nap. But, something wasn’t normal. My room is dark right now and I’m currently using the flashlight Mr.Norman gave me. All my furniture is gone for some reason..am I getting evicted? I mean, I pay my rent on time and it’s always the designated price. I’m scared. The room is cold, empty and eerily quiet. I found a piece of paper that was in the place of where my phone would’ve been. It looks like it was ripped and written in a hurry. It read ‘Do you know where you are?’ What the actual hell? What does this creepy note mean? Where are my things? Where am I?
Diary Entry 3 - March 16th, 1999 Finally got the courage to leave my room today. The hallway outside was..unrecognizable. The lights kept flickering, it emitted a haunting buzzing sound, casting eerie shadows on old, yellow painted walls. The carpet was semi-wet and it had horrible, musty old odor.
I don’t think this is my apartment building..it can’t be. I walked carefully down the hallway and the only sounds were the buzzing of lights, creaky carpet floor and echoes of my own steps. I reached to Mrs.Delilahs door, and my heart sank.
Mrs. Delilah, the kind elderly woman who lived in-front of my apartment door, was like a second grandmother to me. She’d always greet me in a warm smile while music of the 40’s would play in her room. This time, her door wasn’t answered. Its like she also vanished.
Diary Entry 4 - March 17th, 1999 I’ve explored the entire apartment, but there wasn’t any trace of someone..or someTHING. Its like I got transferred to a place I’m not familiar with. The entire building is empty, all hallways seems so..endless. The only sounds still are the horrible flickering lights and its loud buzzing noises.
Miraculously, I found a phone! But, when I tried to call 999, nothing happened. Theres no signal. I’m trapped here with no way out.
Diary Entry 5 - March 20th, 1999 It’s been 5 whole days ever since this fucking nightmare started. The solitude is so unbearable. Is this hell? I don’t know where I am, how I even got here or why my world seems so strange and replaced with this hell of a nightmare.
I’ve knocked on Mr.Norman’s door countless of times trying to find at least one person, but no answers. I did the same with Mrs.Delilah’s door, but theres nothing. I’m truly beginning to believe I’m alone in this hell.
The walls are like closing into me, I feel like I’m being watched when theres nothing in sight. I’ve searched this building multiple times and no one is here but me. I feel so much pressure in my mind, I’m starting to question my own sanity.
I don’t think I’ll be able to write anymore. But I just hope that someone, somewhere, will find my Diary and find out what happened to me. But with each day passing, I fear I’m going more mad. I don’t think theres a way back. My only solution now is to end it all and set my soul free. If you find this, my name is Michael and I’m 34 years old.
Diary Entry 6 - March 25th, 1999 I feel numb. I can feel everything happen all at once. My bones are wet, my brain is throbbing. ANIMUS LIBERABITUR ET VIDEOBO FELICITATEM!’
This is just creepy as hell. What happened to Michael? Did he just fall into madness? Theres no scientific explanation for what the actual hell happened to him..I feel bad, honestly. And how did my grandpa get this? I just have so many questions.