“Lost to the Temptations of the Night: The Haunting of Apartment 13”

In the heart of the city, nestled between towering skyscrapers and busy streets, lay a small apartment building. It was old and rundown, with peeling paint and creaking floorboards. But for the young, naive college student who had just moved in, it was a sanctuary. A place to call home, away from the noise and chaos of the world outside.

The boy, whose name was Alex, was a quiet and introverted soul. He had always been a bit of a loner, preferring the company of books and his own thoughts to the hustle and bustle of socializing. So when he found the small apartment building with its cheap rent and quaint charm, he knew it was meant to be.

At first, everything was fine. The apartment was small but cozy, and Alex spent most of his time studying or reading in his room. But as the weeks passed, strange things began to happen.

It started with little things at first. A book would be moved from its place on the shelf, or a glass would be knocked over when Alex was sure he had left it upright. He brushed it off as nothing, chalking it up to his own forgetfulness or clumsiness.

But then the occurrences became more frequent and more unnerving. Alex would wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of whispering voices coming from the walls, or feel a cold breath on the back of his neck when he was alone in his room. He tried to ignore it, to convince himself that it was all in his head. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, that something was lurking just out of sight.

One evening, when Alex was studying late into the night, he heard a knock at his door. He hesitated for a moment, wondering who it could be. He hadn't made any friends in the building yet, and he couldn't imagine who would come to visit him at such a late hour.

But the knocking persisted, growing louder and more insistent. With a sigh, Alex rose from his desk and made his way to the door. He peered through the peephole, but saw nothing but darkness on the other side.

Hesitantly, he opened the door a crack. And that's when he saw her.

Standing before him was a woman, her long dark hair cascading down her back in waves. She wore a flowing white dress that seemed to glow in the dim light of the hallway. But it was her eyes that caught Alex's attention - they were dark and piercing, and seemed to look right through him.

"Can I help you?" Alex asked, his voice shaking slightly.

The woman smiled, but it was a cold and calculating smile that sent shivers down his spine.

"I've been watching you," she said softly. "You're a virgin, aren't you? I can sense it. And you're all alone in this big, empty apartment. It's such a shame."

Alex felt a wave of fear wash over him. He didn't know who this woman was, or what she wanted from him. But he knew that he didn't want to find out.

"I think you should leave," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The woman's smile faded, replaced by a look of anger and frustration.

"You're making a mistake," she hissed. "You don't know what you're missing."

And with that, she turned and disappeared down the hallway, leaving Alex standing alone in his doorway, his heart racing and his mind reeling.

For the next few days, Alex tried to convince himself that it had all been a dream. That the strange woman in the hallway had been a figment of his imagination, brought on by stress and lack of sleep.

But then....

But then, he saw her again. This time, it was in his dreams. She appeared before him, her dark eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. She whispered to him, urging him to join her, to give in to his desires and explore the pleasures of the flesh.

Alex tried to resist, tried to push her away. But something about her was alluring, almost hypnotic. And he couldn't shake the feeling that she knew something about him that he didn't.

Days turned into weeks, and Alex became increasingly isolated. He stopped attending classes, stopped seeing his few friends. All he could think about was the strange woman who haunted his dreams, and the strange power she seemed to hold over him.

And then, one night, she appeared before him again. But this time, she was real. She materialized out of the shadows, her white dress billowing around her as she approached him.

"Come with me," she whispered, reaching out a hand to caress his face. "Let me show you the true meaning of pleasure."

Alex was terrified, but he couldn't resist her. He took her hand, and together they disappeared into the night.

Weeks went by, and Alex was never seen again. Some say he ran away with the strange woman, succumbing to her temptations and losing himself in her embrace. Others say that he was taken by some supernatural force, dragged screaming into the abyss.

But one thing is certain - the small apartment building was never the same after Alex disappeared. Tenants reported strange noises in the night, whispering voices coming from the walls. And every once in a while, a young man would move in, only to disappear without a trace.

The legend of the virgin boy and his apartment strange women lives on, a cautionary tale of the dangers that lurk in the shadows of our everyday lives. And those who dare to venture into that dark and twisted world may never return.