Story 3:
My old apartment had thin walls and vents that connected the units. One night, I kept hearing a voice saying the same thing over and over: “It’s not real, it’s not real.” I thought maybe someone was talking to themselves next door. But I couldn’t figure out which unit it was coming from.
It only happened late at night, maybe between 2 and 3 a.m. It went on for weeks, always the same phrase.
Eventually, I asked the neighbor on the other side if he could hear it too. He said, “Yeah… but I thought that was you.” A few days later, another neighbor moved out — the guy two floors up who worked night shifts.
Turned out he had a VR headset and used it late at night. That phrase? It was from a horror game he kept failing over and over.
