A woman lived on the 8th floor of my apartment building for 50 years. She was always alone and never smiled 👇

I couldn’t breathe. The police pulled me out before I collapsed.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every shadow in my apartment felt alive. And now, even weeks later, I keep finding things I can’t explain—small objects moved, whispers when I’m alone, and sometimes… I feel a pair of eyes watching me in the dark.

The woman may be gone, but I’m starting to think she never really left.