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It was 2019, my first year renting a flat in Dublin. I had just moved in — a small, two-bedroom apartment in an old building near the canal. My roommate, Daniel, was quiet, polite, and always wore the same dark hoodie. We got along fine, but he had one rule: never open his bedroom door when he wasn’t home. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Everyone values privacy. But over the weeks, strange things began happening. I’d hear footsteps in the hallway after Daniel had already left for work. Sometimes, the shower would be wet even though no one had used it. Once, I found muddy footprints leading from his room to the kitchen sink — and back again. I finally asked him one night, half-joking, “Do you have someone staying here?” He looked at me blankly and said, “Don’t go in that room. Promise me.” Three weeks later, he didn’t come home. His phone went straight to voicemail, and after two days, I decided to break the rule. The door opened easily. Inside, there was almost nothing — just a mattress on the floor, a chair, and an old coat hanging on the wall. But the air was ice cold, and the smell hit me — damp earth and something metallic. Then I saw the photos pinned above the mattress. All were pictures of me — sleeping, eating, brushing my teeth. My knees went weak. I stumbled out and called the landlord. He told me something I’ll never forget. “There hasn’t been a tenant named Daniel in that flat for three years. The last one with that name died there in 2016.” I moved out the next morning. But sometimes, late at night, I still see that dark hoodie in the corner of my room — standing perfectly still It was 2019, my first year renting a flat in Dublin. I had just moved in — a small, two-bedroom apartment in an old building near the canal. My roommate, Daniel, was quiet, polite, and always wore the same dark hoodie. We got along fine, but he had one rule: never open his bedroom door when he wasn’t home. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Everyone values privacy. But over the weeks, strange things began happening. I’d hear footsteps in the hallway after Daniel had already left for work. Sometimes, the shower would be wet even though no one had used it. Once, I found muddy footprints leading from his room to the kitchen sink — and back again. I finally asked him one night, half-joking, “Do you have someone staying here?” He looked at me blankly and said, “Don’t go in that room. Promise me.” Three weeks later, he didn’t come home. His phone went straight to voicemail, and after two days, I decided to break the rule. The door opened easily. Inside, there was almost nothing — just a mattress on the floor, a chair, and an old coat hanging on the wall. But the air was ice cold, and the smell hit me — damp earth and something metallic. Then I saw the photos pinned above the mattress. All were pictures of me — sleeping, eating, brushing my teeth. My knees went weak. I stumbled out and called the landlord. He told me something I’ll never forget. “There hasn’t been a tenant named Daniel in that flat for three years. The last one with that name died there in 2016.” I moved out the next morning. But sometimes, late at night, I still see that dark hoodie in the corner of my room — standing perfectly still It was 2019, my first year renting a flat in Dublin. I had just moved in — a small, two-bedroom apartment in an old building near the canal. My roommate, Daniel, was quiet, polite, and always wore the same dark hoodie. We got along fine, but he had one rule: never open his bedroom door when he wasn’t home. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Everyone values privacy. But over the weeks, strange things began happening. I’d hear footsteps in the hallway after Daniel had already left for work. Sometimes, the shower would be wet even though no one had used it. Once, I found muddy footprints leading from his room to the kitchen sink — and back again. I finally asked him one night, half-joking, “Do you have someone staying here?” He looked at me blankly and said, “Don’t go in that room. Promise me.” Three weeks later, he didn’t come home. His phone went straight to voicemail, and after two days, I decided to break the rule. The door opened easily. Inside, there was almost nothing — just a mattress on the floor, a chair, and an old coat hanging on the wall. But the air was ice cold, and the smell hit me — damp earth and something metallic. Then I saw the photos pinned above the mattress. All were pictures of me — sleeping, eating, brushing my teeth. My knees went weak. I stumbled out and called the landlord. He told me something I’ll never forget. “There hasn’t been a tenant named Daniel in that flat for three years. The last one with that name died there in 2016.” I moved out the next morning. But sometimes, late at night, I still see that dark hoodie in the corner of my room — standing perfectly still Stake : Manju55570 It was 2019, my first year renting a flat in Dublin. I had just moved in — a small, two-bedroom apartment in an old building near the canal. My roommate, Daniel, was quiet, polite, and always wore the same dark hoodie. We got along fine, but he had one rule: never open his bedroom door when he wasn’t home. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Everyone values privacy. But over the weeks, strange things began happening. I’d hear footsteps in the hallway after Daniel had already left for work. Sometimes, the shower would be wet even though no one had used it. Once, I found muddy footprints leading from his room to the kitchen sink — and back again. I finally asked him one night, half-joking, “Do you have someone staying here?” He looked at me blankly and said, “Don’t go in that room. Promise me.” Three weeks later, he didn’t come home. His phone went straight to voicemail, and after two days, I decided to break the rule. The door opened easily. Inside, there was almost nothing — just a mattress on the floor, a chair, and an old coat hanging on the wall. But the air was ice cold, and the smell hit me — damp earth and something metallic. Then I saw the photos pinned above the mattress. All were pictures of me — sleeping, eating, brushing my teeth. My knees went weak. I stumbled out and called the landlord. He told me something I’ll never forget. “There hasn’t been a tenant named Daniel in that flat for three years. The last one with that name died there in 2016.” I moved out the next morning. But sometimes, late at night, I still see that dark hoodie in the corner of my room — standing perfectly still Stake : Manju55570

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