The Apartment Above Mine

Daniel lived alone on the third floor. Every night at exactly 2:13 a.m., he heard footsteps walking across the ceiling above him. The strange part was that the building had only three floors. He complained to the landlord, who told him the apartment above had been empty for nearly six months. One night, Daniel recorded the footsteps on his phone. They started in the bedroom, crossed the hallway, stopped above his kitchen, and then slowly walked down the stairs. Daniel froze when he heard the final footsteps inside his own apartment. The next morning, he showed the recording to his landlord. The landlord listened silently, then asked, “You said they started upstairs?” Daniel nodded. The landlord looked pale. “That's impossible.” “Why?” Daniel asked. “Because the footsteps in that recording are coming from your ceiling, but the microphone was recording from the apartment above yours.”

The Door at the End of the Hall