Her Next Door Neighbor Ep. 4: The Terrifying Crawlspace Within the Wall

The landlord's fingernail scraped hard against the pale wall, and the once-solid paint cracked like skin, revealing blackened wooden planks underneath. Startled, I let go and stumbled back three steps. But the landlord, acting as if nothing happened, turned around and forcefully jammed the key into the crack. 'Karak.' A crisp sound. The concrete wall I thought was solid slowly caved inward under the landlord's twisting, revealing a dark crawlspace just wide enough for a person to squeeze through sideways. A blast of cold air, smelling of formalin and strong mildew, rushed out from within, instantly dropping the corridor's temperature to freezing. The sensor light began to flicker frantically, emitting a crackling electrical sound. 'This is room 404,' the landlord said, turning to look at me. His eyes seemed utterly hollow in the flashing light. 'Take a look inside. The truth you've been searching for is in there.' I stared in terror at the pitch-black crawlspace, vaguely seeing the interior packed with unknown clutter. Just then, a withered, blackened hand suddenly shot out from the depths of the crawlspace and grabbed the landlord's ankle. Instead of screaming, the landlord was obediently pulled into the darkness by the hand. The hidden door slammed shut the next second, and the corridor returned to a deathly silence, leaving only the crack on the wall slowly oozing black liquid like fresh blood.