Stranger in Closet

I slept in a room that was better than anyone else's and married the owner's sister. "This house has been used by many people, so it's cheap to rent it to you." The landlord grinned, showing his teeth yellowed by smoke. I'm not afraid. Materialists only see the 800 yuan saved every month. You can always hear the sound of marbles until late at night, but no one lives upstairs. In the dream, she was wearing a cheongsam and leaning against the window: "Don't open the closet." I opened it like a man possessed—— Inside lay a corpse that looked exactly like me. When the landlord, Old Chen, handed over the key, he deliberately lowered his voice, and the smell of low-quality tobacco and overnight garlic sprayed on my face. "Young man, let me be clear. This house... Has been visited by many people." He grinned, showing his teeth that were scorched yellow by smoke, and his eyes shone with an indescribable light, as if he was waiting to see my embarrassment in being scared away. "So, it's cheap, eight hundred a month, one deposit pays one, where can you find this location?" I held the cold old-fashioned brass key, which was still stained with the sweat from his palm. A poor student who has just graduated, the numbers in his bank card are cleaner than his face, and his materialistic beliefs are indestructible in the face of the realistic discount of 800 yuan saved every month. Someone died? There is no old brick in this city that has no trace of the past. I didn't even bother to ask for details and just nodded: "Rented." The house is my husband's house from the 1990s. It is on the sixth floor and has no elevator. The light in the corridor was dim, and the voice-activated light was slow to respond. It often had to make a loud noise before it reluctantly lit up dimly, illuminating the stains and various small advertisements exposed after the peeling off the wall. The door paint of 601 is mottled, and when it is opened, the hinges