Her Next Door 7: The Endless Corridor

"Aaaah!" Finally, I let out a scream I had suppressed for so long and turned, running frantically towards the stairwell. My heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. The sound of the twisted 'myself' crawling on the floor behind me grew closer. The sharp nails scraping against the tiles felt like they were directly cutting into my nerves. I burst into the stairwell in one breath, desperately trying to escape downwards. This apartment building only has five floors, and I live on the fourth. Just one floor down should lead to the lobby. However, as I ran down the first flight of stairs, panting, I saw a large, bright red number painted on the wall in front of me: 4. I froze. This was impossible; I was definitely running down. Gritting my teeth, I frantically rushed down three more flights of stairs. When I stopped to check the sign, the black lettering shattered my sanity once again: 4. This was a dead-end, infinite staircase. Even more despairing, a heavy dragging sound began to echo from above the stairs behind me. The contorted corpse had already chased me into the stairwell. It poked its head through the gap in the handrail from above, its lifeless, bloodshot eye sockets staring intently at me. "You can't escape..." The landlord's voice suddenly echoed from the fourth-floor hallway, accompanied by the heavy sound of a door opening. I turned back. The wall of apartment 404 had opened again, and the endless darkness, like the gaping maw of a colossal beast, waited for me to walk right into it.