I Moved Into an Old Apartment in Seattle I Was Given a List of Strange Rules

When I moved into an old apartment building in Seattle, I thought I got lucky — cheap rent, close to downtown, and surprisingly quiet. The landlord only gave me one warning:

“Follow the rules. All of them.”

I laughed at first… until I saw the list taped inside the kitchen cabinet.
And the handwriting wasn’t new — it was layered, rewritten, corrected… like generations of tenants updated it.

Some rules made sense.
Others made my blood run cold.

✔️ Rule #3: If you hear footsteps in the hallway after midnight, lock your door and turn off the lights. Do not look through the peephole.
✔️ Rule #6: If someone knocks and says they’re maintenance — ignore it. We do not have maintenance after dark.
✔️ Rule #9: If you hear the elevator stop on your floor but no one exits… stay in your apartment for the next hour.
✔️ Rule #12: Apartment 4B doesn’t exist. If you ever see the door — do not acknowledge it.
✔️ FINAL RULE: Never let your reflection speak first.

The first night, everything seemed normal.
By the second night… I understood why the rent was so cheap.
The elevator moved on its own.
My mirror fogged when I wasn’t breathing near it.
And at 2:14 AM — someone knocked.
Someone who knew my name.
Someone who wasn’t alive.

If you love unsettling mysteries, paranormal rules, and chilling urban horror — this story is for you.

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