Her Next Door Neighbor Ep. 6: Myself Hanging from the Ceiling

The corpse hanging in mid-air. Its clothes, shoes, even the red lucky string on my right wrist – everything was identical to mine. My legs gave out, and I collapsed to my knees. Cold sweat instantly soaked through my shirt, my brain ceasing to function from sheer terror. If that was me hanging there, then who was the 'me' standing here right now? At that moment, the hanging corpse suddenly convulsed violently. Its neck made a sickening cracking sound as it twisted 180 degrees, an impossible angle for a human, turning its entire face towards me. That face was indeed mine, but its eyes had sunken into two black, hollowed-out sockets, and its mouth was stretched impossibly wide, the jaw nearly falling to its chest. "You... are back..." The corpse's lips didn't move, but the voice exploded directly in my mind. Its dry, withered hands slowly lifted, beginning to pull at the thick rope around its neck. As the rope loosened, the corpse fell heavily onto the hallway floor like a sack of heavy sand. It didn't stand up. Instead, like a giant lizard, it folded its limbs, belly pressed to the floor, and in an extremely contorted and rapid motion, crawled frantically towards me on the stark white hallway floor. All the while, black, frothy blood spewed from its mouth.