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

six long–time residents were chatting at the table next to Stephanie. Normally, she wouldn’t pay attention to others‘ conversations, but it sounded like they were talking about her since she was

beautiful, but she looks pretty unwell, really thin, like she’s been

said she was sick before she moved

necessarily true. There must

empty fo

over half

of creepy: 402 was rented out the day before yesterday, and the very next day, 502 upstairs, which had been emp year, was leased too. Better

conversation continued, a chill ran down Stephanie’s spine, and her fork, holding

management asked us not to mention that incident, so it wouldn’t

anyone can look up our complex and find out what happened. Besides, one–bedrooms here usually go for at least 23 thousand dollars a month. If someone’s renting out Room 402 in Black F for only 1.3 thousand dollars, anyone with half

her hand, suddenly losing

but that guy was freaking

out 502 for over half a year.

intently to the elders‘

of Block F in this neighborhood. One day, they had a heated argument that turned violent. The woman tried to escape, but the man had lacked the front door. She climbed down

the woman had already been stabbed multiple times in the chest. She was weak, and her clothes were

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of the 402 balcony, but the

they could, the man from 502 jumped down from his balcony with a terrifying look on his face. He grabbed the woman’s shoulders and violently pushed her off the building. killing

was just horrifying, and so much of her blood had splattered onto the 402 balcony. Rumors began to circulate about her spirit, haunting the place. Over time, both 502

at the tablecloth, knocking over a coffee pot. The clattering sound drew the attention of those

of the elderly men remarked, staring at

waiter came to clean up the spilled

Stephanie had a secret she

grandfather, 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 it to her

was still wary of such things. Vincent would surely laugh at

haunted” 402,

electric toy car still sitting outside. It was such an expensive toy, yet no one

in

the apartment, took her medicine, and decided to take a nap.

the feeling that she smelled a faint scent of burning herbs in the air. Her body felt weak and heavy as if someone

a short nap turned into