by kayori

Summary: After moving into a nearly abandoned apartment complex to escape a collapsing career, an emotionally exhausted illustrator begins receiving anonymous handwritten notes slipped under her door.

Whoever Wrote This Has Horrible Handwriting Leah spent the entire morning trying to convince herself she wasn’t curious about the note. Which would’ve worked better if she hadn’t reread it fourteen times while brushing her teeth. The handwriting genuinely looked criminal. Half the letters leaned in different directions like they were trying to escape the sentence. By evening, the rain had gotten heavier. Her apartment building groaned every few minutes like an exhausted old m

The Apartment with the Flickering Hallway Light The hallway light outside apartment 304 blinked exactly six times before dying again. Leah stared at it from her doorway with the exhausted expression of someone already one inconvenience away from becoming a forest witch. “This building is haunted,” she muttered. The old landlord looked offended. “It’s not haunted. The wiring is just old.” “The wiring whispers.” “It does not whisper.” “It literally hissed at me yesterday.” He i