Hey everyone,
So I'm subletting this apartment for a week while Alex is "traveling." Mrs. Henderson, the landlady, gave me the keys with the weirdest warning: "The walls whisper here. Don't answer back if you value your sanity."
The place is... charmingly retro? That's a nice way of saying everything's from the 70s. Olive green fridge, wood paneling, and this ancient desktop computer that was left on. It has this blog open—Alex's, I guess.
Found some weird stuff already: Scratches inside the closet door—not animal claws, more like... fingernails? All the mirrors are covered with sheets There's a landline that keeps getting calls from "Unknown"
