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

Endless, looping stairs of terror in front, 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 stepped into 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 strong stench of rotting meat and formaldehyde hit my nostrils, making me gag. I reached out my hands to feel the walls, but all I touched was a slippery, cold, and strangely hairy texture. It felt less like a concrete wall and more like the inner lining of some massive creature. "Is anyone there?" I asked in a low voice, my words sounding incredibly dry in the confined space. No one answered. But I could feel it. 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 single drop of cold, viscous liquid fell from the ceiling, landing precisely on my cheek. Slowly, I looked up. In the darkness, countless pairs of glowing, bloodshot eyes opened simultaneously.