Room Number  13





It was almost half past two at night. There is a storm outside. Lightning flashes in the sky again and again. The old "Harrington Apartments", standing at the very end of the city, looked more terrifying in the dark.
As soon as the detective John got out of the car, the cold air blew his coat.
A police line ribbon is tied in front. Some officers are talking in a low voice.
An officer came forward.
"Sir... the scene is very strange."
John dropped the cigarette and squeezed it with his feet. "Where is the dead body?" "On the seventh floor."
The elevator is off. John began to climb the stairs. The old building was shaking with each step.
As if there is fear inside the building. On reaching the seventh floor, he stopped.
Flat number 703.
The door is half open.
John's eyes stopped as he entered. A young woman is lying on the floor.
Twenty-five if you are older.
White clothes are red with blood.
But the most terrible thing was something else.
The girl's eyes are completely open. And blood on the wall is written...
"Don't open the last door." Silence inside the house. A forensic officer said,
"The name is Elena D'Souza. She lived here alone." John knelt down.
The girl's hand is tightly closed. As John slowly opened his hand, a small key came out.
Old black key. A number tag with it...
“13”


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