Crossroads

Chapter 268

It was said that living on higher floors could lead to feelings of loneliness and anxiety.

Stephanie lived on the fourth floor, which was not particularly high, but as she stood on her small balcony watching the sunrise, she didn’t feel the energy. Instead, she was exhausted, as if she had been burning the midnight oil and couldn’t shake of the fatigue

Her head felt light. Perhaps she had slept too much. Yesterday, when Mary and Hayley pressured her to sign the divorce papers, she seemed indifferent, but deep down, it bothered her a lot. Maybe living in high–rise buildings really made people feel lonely and anxious

She picked up a bottle of antidepressants, ready to twist open the cap, but paused

Who must s

put this here?” she frowned.

Someone had stick a small white label on the bottle, with the words “Take after meals” printed on it.

She remembered the last time she took this medication was at Molly’s apartment, and there was no such label.

Stephanie didn’t dwell on it. The note served as a gentle reminder. She placed the bottle on the table, went into the bedroom to grab a long coal, touched up her makeup, and headed downstairs for breakfast.

As she locked her door, she noticed a white drone abandoned to the left of her doorstep. It was about the size of a small stool, already unboxed with the remote control lying beside it

Many residents in this complex were families with children, so it was likely a child’s toy left behind,

These drone toys seem pretty expensive,” she murmured, glancing at it briefly before entering the elevator and heading down to the first floor

Across the street from the neighborhood was a brunch restaurant with decent food and reasonable prices. Residents often came here early in the morning for breakfast.

Stephanie also enjoyed these delicate pastries. Living with the Wellingtons had taught her the habit of rising early. It was now 6 AM, and the restaurant was mostly filled with elderly folks leisurely chatting over breakfast.

She sat alone at a corner table, ordering some mullins and croissants. She thought that if she could set aside her worries, this kind of relaxed, almost retired life could be quite enjoyable.

“I heard that Room 402 in Block F has been renovated and rented out again.”

A group

pay attention to others‘ conversations, but it sounded like they were talking about her since she was

looks pretty unwell, really thin, like she’s

don’t be so dramatic. You said she was sick before

There must be some

empty fo

over half

out the day before yesterday, and the very next day, 502 upstairs,

spine, and her fork, holding a mufin, clattered onto

incident, so it wouldn’t affect property values here. It’s in everyone’s best interest”

just because we don’t talk about it? With the internet, anyone can look up our complex and find out what happened. Besides, one–bedrooms here usually go for at least

croissant in her hand, suddenly losing her appetite.

also going to be discounted to rent it out, but that guy was freaking generous. Anson just threw out

unlucky. Apartments here are in such high demand, but he couldn’t rent out 502 for over half a year. And now the owner of 402 downstairs

intently to the elders‘ conversation, feeling her scalp tingling.

months ago, a couple had lived in Room 502 of Block F in this neighborhood. One day, they had a heated argument that turned violent. The woman tried

in the chest. She was weak, and her clothes were soaked in

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the floor. She screamed desperately, banging on the glass door of the 402 balcony, but the resident inside was too terrified by her

his balcony with a terrifying look on his face. He grabbed the

so much of her blood had splattered onto the 402 balcony. Rumors began to circulate about her spirit, haunting the place. Over

body stiffened, and she abruptly stood up. Her movement pulled at the tablecloth, knocking over a coffee pot. The clattering sound drew the attention of those around them.

the elderly men remarked, staring at her

turned to look at them. The old folks avoided her gaze. A waiter came to clean up the

a

Thomas, had always said, “You’ll have nothing to fear if you haven’t done anything wrong.” But she was still scared. As a child, she often heard faint noises and saw fleeting shadows. She had mentioned

such things. Vincent would surely laugh at her if he

the so–called haunted” 402, feeling uneasy the entire

she noticed the white electric toy car still sitting outside. It was

in

about such things. She entered the apartment, took her medicine, and

feeling that she smelled a faint scent of burning herbs in the air. Her

meant to be a short nap