The Apartment Which Knew Part 3

No outstanding issues - or were there?

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I had to go back to the apartment. Check on it.

They didn’t tell me to.

I passed by it again. It was easier to go over it myself.

But there was no need to go into it. I didn’t log it.

Somehow the air felt - more dense. it didn't circulate as before. The walls had shadows on them. The ventilation - louder. 

Breathing. Constant humming.

It felt enclosed. 

I touched the mould with my gloves. It stained them. 

Deeper than yesterday. I had to replace them.

The debris on my sleeve. The clinging dampness.

That stayed. 

But minor.

They scheduled a viewing for the next day. It was brief - no questions. But the prospective tenant left, fast. They didn't mention anything.  But didn't return, or follow up. 

The unit remained- available.  

I was tired. I didn’t see the need to really clean it. I left the corners of the floor untouched. Left it for the next day — no need to attend to it right now. It could hold. I had other things to do. 

So the unit remained stable. The apartment block stayed as it was.

Everything as it was. Under control.

No need to bother revisiting. Or cleaning.

I could leave it alone.

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Original microfiction series by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.

Part 1 began here:

Then Part 2: