They Opened the Sealed Apartment. It Wasn’t Empty.

For 20 years, Apartment 4B stayed locked. Not abandoned. *Contained.* The landlord’s son broke the rusted padlock last Friday. The door creaked open—just a crack. Silence swallowed the world. Cold poured out like liquid nitrogen. Then the *black ash* came. Not smoke. Not dust. Fine, lightless particles drifting lazily, coating the floor. And the *sound*—a cosmic sigh, the death rattle of a universe. I looked inside. No walls. No floor. Just infinite void. Distant stars *guttering out*, one by one. The heat death of everything. The landlord whispered: *"It’s not an apartment. It’s the end."* I ran. But I can’t unsee it. The dark feels different now. (Don’t ask about sealed doors. Some things stay locked for a reason.) #NoSleep #UrbanHorror #DontLookInside