Her Next Door Neighbor Ep. 8: The Dark Crawlspace of No Return

An endless, looping staircase of terror ahead, and twisted corpses closing in from behind. With no other choice, I had to brace myself and rush into the dark crawlspace of Room 404. The moment my feet touched that narrow gap, the hidden door behind me slammed shut with a 'boom,' completely cutting off all sound and light. Darkness and dead silence enveloped everything. A pungent smell of rotting meat and formaldehyde hit my nostrils, making me gag. I reached out to feel the walls, but my hands brushed against a slippery, cold, and strangely hairy texture. It didn't feel like a concrete wall, but rather like the inner lining of some massive creature. "Anyone here?" I asked in a low voice, my words sounding incredibly dry in the confined space. No one answered. But I could feel that I wasn't alone in this pitch-black crawlspace. Countless faint breaths, not human, rose and fell around me. Suddenly, my foot stepped on something soft. I crouched down and felt it with my hand. It was a rough, gray robe, and wrapped within it was a cold, stiff, headless male corpse. It was the landlord's body. Before I could even scream, a drop of cold, viscous liquid fell from the ceiling, landing precisely on my cheek. I slowly looked up. In the darkness, countless pairs of glowing bloodshot eyes simultaneously opened.