When I moved into my apartment, the leasing agency told me the previous tenant had left “in a hurry.”
That didn’t seem unusual. I live in Geneva—people move all the time, sometimes fast.
The place was clean. Empty. Ready to go.
A small one-bedroom on the third floor. Nothing special.
Except for one thing.
There was a single sheet of paper on the living room table.
Not an official document.
Not a note addressed to anyone.
Just a printed page.
At the top, in bold:
“Rules to follow – Apartment 3B”
I honestly thought it was a joke.
I sat down and read it.
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Do not open the door if someone knocks after 10 PM.
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If you hear your name in the hallway, do not go out.
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Never leave your bedroom door open at night.
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If you wake up and the door is open, do not look into the hallway. Close it immediately.
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Between 2 AM and 3 AM, do not use the bathroom mirror.
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If a light turns on by itself, do not turn it off.
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Do not move the chair in the living room.
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If the chair has been moved, leave the apartment immediately for the night.
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Never sleep with your phone uncharged.
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If you hear someone breathing near you while you are alone… pretend to be asleep.
I remember smiling.
It felt like something the previous tenant left behind as a joke.
Or maybe to mess with whoever moved in next.
I left the paper on the table and started unpacking.
The first week was completely normal.
I barely even thought about it.
Then one night, around 11 PM, someone knocked on my door.
Three times.
Not aggressive.
Just… deliberate.
I wasn’t expecting anyone.
I got up to open it.
Then I remembered the paper.
“Do not open the door if someone knocks after 10 PM.”
I stopped right in front of the door.
Looked through the peephole.
No one.
The hallway was empty.
I waited.
Nothing.
I went back to the couch.
The next day, the building manager asked me:
“Were you home last night?”
I said yes.
She frowned slightly.
“That’s strange… someone said they heard you open your door.”
I didn’t think too much about it.
A few days later, around midnight, I was in bed.
Half asleep.
And I heard something in the hallway.
Not footsteps.
Not movement.
Just… a voice.
Low.
Calm.
Saying my name.
Once.
Clearly.
I froze.
My heart started racing immediately.
I thought about the list.
“If you hear your name in the hallway, do not go out.”
I didn’t move.
I didn’t answer.
After a few seconds… silence.
That’s when it stopped being funny.
Days went by.
And without really deciding to… I started following the rules.
Not consciously.
Just… automatically.
Then one night, I made a mistake.
I came home exhausted.
Collapsed into bed.
And forgot to close my bedroom door.
I woke up in the middle of the night.
No idea why.
I was lying on my back, staring straight ahead.
And I saw it immediately.
The door.
Wide open.
Facing the hallway.
Dark.
I remembered the rule.
“If you wake up and the door is open, do not look into the hallway.”
But I already had.
At first, I didn’t see anything.
Then I realized something was wrong.
The hallway looked… darker than usual.
Like the light wasn’t reaching all the way to the end.
And at the far end—
there was something.
Not a clear shape.
Not a person.
Just… something darker than the darkness around it.
Standing there.
Not moving.
I don’t know how long I looked.
A second.
Maybe more.
Then I slammed the door shut.
I stayed sitting in my bed for several minutes.
Not moving.
Not breathing properly.
The next morning, the paper was still on the table.
But something had changed.
There was a new line.
I am 100% sure it wasn’t there before.
- If you look into the hallway when the door is open, it will know you can see it.
I live alone.
I never told anyone about that list.
And yet, it changed.
Since then, I follow every rule.
Exactly.
But last night…
when I got home…
the chair in the living room was not in its place.
I’m still standing in the doorway as I write this.
I haven’t moved.
Because for the first time…
I don’t know if I still have time to leave 💀
Read more: I found a list of rules in my new apartment. I should have taken them seriously. Here’s an interesting article from https://reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1rvsn8d/i_found_a_list_of_rules_in_my_new_apartment_i/: When I moved into my apartment, the leasing agency told me the previous tenant had left “in a hurry.” That didn’t seem unusual. I live in Geneva—people move all the time, sometimes fast. The place was clean. Empty. Ready to go. A small one-bedroom on the third floor. Nothing special. Except for one thing. There More here: I found a list of rules in my new apartment. I should have taken them seriously.