The Apartment on the 17th Floor shortscarystories

My dad owns an apartment that has not been rented out for the longest period of time. Although it might seem like a failed investment, he got it for a bargain, WAY below the market price. Every six months or so, me and my three brothers will enter the apartment on the 17th floor and do some cleaning up, so that the apartment would look appealing to any prospect buyers or anyone looking to rent. Even though we do a pretty decent job, The apartment on the 17th floor always looks way too dirty every time we return. This time, it was no different. So the four of us entered the Apartment and cleaned. Several light bulbs were out, and there were plenty black soot like marks around. On the floors, the dining table, on the refrigerator, the kitchen counter and some of the windows. Still, we continued cleaning, disregarding the weird eerie atmosphere surround the place. The faster we clean, the faster we get out. In about 2 hours, we were done. We headed for the elevator, clicked on the G, and walked to our family minivan. As soon as all four of us entered the vehicle, my phone rang. It was a call from my youngest sibling. "Dude, you pocket dialed me". The phone was not with him. I answered. It was quiet at first.

"You left your phone in the apartment." -CLICK-

Submitted February 25, 2015 at 09:06AM by DavSnow http://ift.tt/1BpC7HN shortscarystories