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You've had quite enough of all this shaking and screaming. You head out of your apartment and venture inside the elevator. While you're quite hopeful this is just a textbook loud upstairs neighbor case, your gut is telling you the opposite. You really hate your stupid gut.
<span class="mu-s">You can hear a melody play.</span> This surprises you; you've never heard music in this elevator before. The song is weird, too. There's no instrumental, just <span class="mu-s">strange chanting.</span> You mark this down as another reason to move out of this shithole.
As the elevator doors open, you brace yourself for... nothing. <span class="mu-s">There is no blood on the walls. The screaming has stopped.</span> Not a goddamn sound. This isn't the first time your upstairs neighbors have been loud, though this one is a bit cryptic. Someone better not be playing a prank on you. You are not in the mood.
"It is too goddamn late for this!" You yell into the hall. "I can tolerate your get-togethers, but right now, I need my beauty sle—" Your ranting is interrupted by another loud smash; this one causes the door to swing open and slam against the adjacent door before it slowly creaks half-closed. This is MUCH too freaky.
You INVESTIGATE the area. The hallway itself looks fine; nothing seems out of place. You've successfully confirmed that whatever is going on, it's going on in the unit directly in front of you. The unit that also happens to be <span class="mu-s">directly above yours.</span> This is concerning.
