There was a guy named Adam who moved into a cheap old apartment in a quiet neighborhood. The rent was too good to be true — and the landlord just said, “It’s been empty for a while.”
The first few nights were fine, until one night he woke up at 3:17 a.m. to a faint whisper. It sounded like someone saying his name from the corner of the room.
“...Adam...”
He froze. Thought maybe it was a dream. But the whisper came again, clearer this time — right next to his ear.
He turned on the light — nothing. No one there.
The next morning, he noticed the mirror in the bathroom was fogged up — even though he hadn’t showered yet — and a single word was written in the condensation:
“LEAVE.”
Adam laughed it off, thinking maybe some weird leftover from a past tenant. But that night, he set up his phone to record while he slept.
When he checked the video in the morning, he saw himself sleeping peacefully — until around 3:17 a.m. The phone suddenly tilted by itself... and in the reflection of the window behind him... a pale face was staring directly into the camera.
The police checked the apartment later.
They said there hadn’t been anyone living above, below, or around him for months.
And that the previous tenant...
had died in that room —
at exactly 3:17 a.m.