A Strange Story on a Rainy Night

Everything that went wrong started on that rainy night. Raindrops slipped from He Qingping's transparent raincoat. The key turned and clicked. As the door opened, rapid breathing came from the end of the corridor. He Qingping looked up and saw nothing in the darkness. This is an old residential building, and old means many things are broken. The lights in the corridor are like this. They are said to be voice-activated, but sometimes they work and sometimes they don't work. I reported this to the landlord several times. "Don't you look at how much the monthly rent for my building is, Miss He, don't mobile phones have flashlights now? It won't be in the way." To no avail. Is it a tenant who is out of breath climbing the stairs, or is it a young couple in love having an affair by the corridor window? The guess was only in her mind. She had no intention of verifying it and turned on the light switch next to the door. "Hehehe" The rapid breathing continued, and this sound made He Qingping suspect that there was an asthma patient at the end of the corridor. She looked towards the corridor again, and the light in the room poured out from the half-open door. Hit He Qingping's thin face. "Who is there?" "Hehehe" There was no answer, just the same rapid breathing. He Qingping secretly cursed a lunatic, untied the raincoat, half-bent, holding the transparent raincoat with both hands, trying to free himself from the transparent raincoat. The voice-activated light in the corridor suddenly turned on. It was almost a subconscious reaction. She turned her head and looked at the end of the corridor again in a half-bent position. Brown eyes rolled, and through a layer of transparent plastic stained with raindrops, the walls, windows, and doors were all slightly deformed.