Ghost Stories from the Underworld: the Seventh Floor Where I Live Does Not Exist

The old building I live in has only six floors. But every morning at one o'clock, there will be an extra staircase leading to the seventh floor in the corridor. The agent said: The seventh floor is never rented out. The neighbor said: Don't look up at the stairs at midnight. Property management said: There are no seven floors in the world. Until I came home from working overtime at night and saw the rusty iron door open with my own eyes. I heard slow footsteps, walking down step by step from a floor that never existed... People living on the sixth floor disappeared one after another, went crazy, and died tragically. They all said that they were taken away by something from the seventh floor. And I became the new 602 resident. Near midnight, there was a dragging sound from the ceiling and the door lock jingled softly. I finally understand—— The seventh floor is not a floor, it is the entrance to the underworld. Living on the sixth floor is the next sacrifice it chooses. This building hides a curse that spans thirty years. And I can't escape anymore