What are you doing here?"

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I was going through a period in my life when things weren't going well and nothing was working out. I had a falling out with my parents, and after another argument, I decided to move out. I happened to run into some old friends, we chatted, and I casually asked if anyone had an apartment for rent, to which one of them said her grandfather had recently died and the apartment was empty. We agreed that she would call me after talking to her parents. Later, she got in touch, and eventually, I moved in and started living there. I had a lot of work, so I usually only came home for the night.

But one day, I finally got a day off. I spent the whole day cleaning and doing other housework. Around ten o'clock in the evening, I went to bed. I was lying there watching cartoons on the 2x2 channel and heard the door slam and the lock click. But I had locked the door and checked it several times! Then I heard heavy footsteps and a rustling sound, like someone carrying a package. The footsteps headed toward my room. I was lying on the couch, my head toward the door, and couldn't see who was there—my whole body suddenly went numb. The "guest" stopped near the entrance to the room and said in a raspy voice, "What are you doing here?" and then, without waiting for an answer, walked toward the kitchen. Only about five minutes later did I pluck up the courage to see what it was, but the apartment was empty.

In the morning, I called the landlady and told her everything. She said that my late grandfather had appeared in his apartment several times after his death, but they had blessed the apartment and thought it wouldn't happen again. Naturally, I quickly moved out, and then learned from a friend that not only had this grandfather died on the couch I slept on, but his wife had also died on that same couch a year before...