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Moved into a cheap apartment after my divorce. Something is
living in the walls hi I read it. I'm writing
this because I don't know if I'm going crazy or
if I'm in danger. I'm a thirty four year old
woman recently divorced, trying to start over after everything with
my ex. I needed to move out fast. My budget
(00:20):
was terrible. I ended up finding this very cheap apartment
in Mexico City. It was old, but in a decent neighborhood.
When I went to see it, I noticed the paint
was peeling, the wiring looked ancient, and the landlord was
weirdly eager to rent it. I should have paid attention
to that. He told me it's a bit run down,
(00:41):
but it's safe. He didn't even ask for references, just
first month's rent and a small deposit. I moved in
that week. The first night was uneventful. I was just
so exhausted. I unpacked half my stuff and fell asleep
on the floor mattress. The second night was when I
heard it. It was past midnight, the street was quiet,
(01:04):
I had the lights off. Suddenly I heard a scratching
sound in the wall behind my bed. Not mice, bigger, slow,
like fingers dragging on concrete. I sat up in the dark,
holding my breath. It stopped. I told myself it was
old pipes or a stray cat on the roof. I
forced myself to sleep, but it kept happening every night, scratching, dragging,
(01:31):
sometimes tapping, rhythmic, deliberate. I complained to the landlord. He shrugged,
old buildings make noise. I started sleeping with music on
to drown it out, but then it got weirder. One night,
I woke up because I heard whispering, clear as day
in Spanish, a woman's voice, ay you to me. It
(01:55):
was right behind my head, on the other side of
the wall. I jumped out of bed so fast I
twisted my ankle. I slept on the couch. That didn't help.
The sounds followed me, scratching in the living room, wall,
whispers in the kitchen. Once, as I stood in the
bathroom brushing my teeth, I heard someone softly crying behind
(02:18):
the mirror. I was terrified. I didn't have much money,
so I couldn't just leave. I tried everything. I sprinkled
holy water, my mom gave me lit candles, said prayers.
One night desperate, I knocked on the wall three times. Immediately,
something knocked back three times. I froze, tears ran down
(02:41):
my face. I called my mom, crying at two am.
She begged me to leave, but it wasn't that easy.
The next day I noticed something new. A crack had
formed in my bedroom wall, thin but long, like something
pushing from inside. I taped it over, didn't help it spread.
(03:02):
At night, the whispers turned into voices arguing two people,
a man and a woman. I couldn't make out the words,
but the tone was furious. Then there was the smell rot, damp, earth, metal.
I couldn't eat. I was constantly nauseous. One night, I
decided to record the sounds on my phone. I pressed
(03:24):
record and lay there trembling. When I played it back
the next morning, I heard something I hadn't heard with
my ears, A voice whispering over and over. No astu casa,
no as tou casa, no astucasa. I packed my bag
that day. I was ready to run, but before I
(03:45):
could leave, I went to the bedroom to grab clothes.
The crack in the wall was gaping. It looked like
a mouth, and from inside I heard a scream, not
human high pitched piercing. I ran out barefoot, leaving half
my stuff behind. I slept at my mom's told her
everything she told me. There were rumors about that building
(04:07):
that years ago a couple lived there. The man killed
the woman and buried her in the floor. No one
wanted to rent it until they divided it into apartments.
I called the landlord to tell him I wasn't coming back.
He didn't argue, didn't even ask for more rent. I
know it sounds insane, but I don't care. I'm warning
(04:27):
anyone who'll listen. If you rent a cheap apartment in
an old building and you hear voices in the walls,
don't talk back, don't knock, don't stay because I think
if I had stayed one more night, I wouldn't have
been the only thing living in there anymore.
Moved into a cheap apartment after my divorce. Something is
living in the walls hi I read it. I'm writing
this because I don't know if I'm going crazy or
if I'm in danger. I'm a thirty four year old
woman recently divorced, trying to start over after everything with
my ex. I needed to move out fast. My budget
(00:20):
was terrible. I ended up finding this very cheap apartment
in Mexico City. It was old, but in a decent neighborhood.
When I went to see it, I noticed the paint
was peeling, the wiring looked ancient, and the landlord was
weirdly eager to rent it. I should have paid attention
to that. He told me it's a bit run down,
(00:41):
but it's safe. He didn't even ask for references, just
first month's rent and a small deposit. I moved in
that week. The first night was uneventful. I was just
so exhausted. I unpacked half my stuff and fell asleep
on the floor mattress. The second night was when I
heard it. It was past midnight, the street was quiet,
(01:04):
I had the lights off. Suddenly I heard a scratching
sound in the wall behind my bed. Not mice, bigger, slow,
like fingers dragging on concrete. I sat up in the dark,
holding my breath. It stopped. I told myself it was
old pipes or a stray cat on the roof. I
forced myself to sleep, but it kept happening every night, scratching, dragging,
(01:31):
sometimes tapping, rhythmic, deliberate. I complained to the landlord. He shrugged,
old buildings make noise. I started sleeping with music on
to drown it out, but then it got weirder. One night,
I woke up because I heard whispering, clear as day
in Spanish, a woman's voice, ay you to me. It
(01:55):
was right behind my head, on the other side of
the wall. I jumped out of bed so fast I
twisted my ankle. I slept on the couch. That didn't help.
The sounds followed me, scratching in the living room, wall,
whispers in the kitchen. Once, as I stood in the
bathroom brushing my teeth, I heard someone softly crying behind
(02:18):
the mirror. I was terrified. I didn't have much money,
so I couldn't just leave. I tried everything. I sprinkled
holy water, my mom gave me lit candles, said prayers.
One night desperate, I knocked on the wall three times. Immediately,
something knocked back three times. I froze, tears ran down
(02:41):
my face. I called my mom, crying at two am.
She begged me to leave, but it wasn't that easy.
The next day I noticed something new. A crack had
formed in my bedroom wall, thin but long, like something
pushing from inside. I taped it over, didn't help it spread.
(03:02):
At night, the whispers turned into voices arguing two people,
a man and a woman. I couldn't make out the words,
but the tone was furious. Then there was the smell rot, damp, earth, metal.
I couldn't eat. I was constantly nauseous. One night, I
decided to record the sounds on my phone. I pressed
(03:24):
record and lay there trembling. When I played it back
the next morning, I heard something I hadn't heard with
my ears, A voice whispering over and over. No astu casa,
no as tou casa, no astucasa. I packed my bag
that day. I was ready to run, but before I
(03:45):
could leave, I went to the bedroom to grab clothes.
The crack in the wall was gaping. It looked like
a mouth, and from inside I heard a scream, not
human high pitched piercing. I ran out barefoot, leaving half
my stuff behind. I slept at my mom's told her
everything she told me. There were rumors about that building
(04:07):
that years ago a couple lived there. The man killed
the woman and buried her in the floor. No one
wanted to rent it until they divided it into apartments.
I called the landlord to tell him I wasn't coming back.
He didn't argue, didn't even ask for more rent. I
know it sounds insane, but I don't care. I'm warning
(04:27):
anyone who'll listen. If you rent a cheap apartment in
an old building and you hear voices in the walls,
don't talk back, don't knock, don't stay because I think
if I had stayed one more night, I wouldn't have
been the only thing living in there anymore.
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