Silence is defeaning but in here, the noise is.

I heard them again. I knew that the room opposite to me has been abandoned for quite some time but I heard them—inside that room. Giggling, screaming then giggling again.

"Noisy," I mumbled. Of course, no one will believe me. That's why I am here in this place—alone.

I don't get along with my family well, that's why when I got a chance to live on my own, I immediately grabbed that opportunity.

Here I am. This creepy, dangerous—looking apartment but at least I am free and happy.

The landlord never failed to remind us about that room—he didn't want anyone else near it. That's the only time he communicated with us. I couldn't even ask him anything.

Another hour have passed and everything went quite. I tried to sleep but I can't. I decided to stroll outside, it's only 6 am in the morning and I haven't slept since last night but I guess, I need to walk to relieve the stress from these voices.

When I went outside the gate, the guard just look at me, then he continued writing.

People here were not rude, just—strange. They were very strange but the rent here is pretty cheap.

"You're here again," the taho vendor said when he saw me.

"You too," I replied. He's a nice man but I don't have a time to have a conversation.

We're in a gated community, but it doesn't mean people here were rich. Maybe back in the day—this used to be a place for wealthy people but today it's a place—a community that happened to have a gate.

I am glad that I didn't forgot my phone. Walking without music is boring, or at least a podcast. Maybe an audiobook?

I yawned. I suddenly felt sleepy. My habits need to change but sleeping at night will not be one of them, at least until I find a new and cheap apartment. I am not going back home. No one wants me in that hellish place anyway.

"Creepy place," I murmured. Ghosts, they are terrifying but I am more terrified of humans. Humans can betray and kill you but ghosts they just there to spook you. Maybe people who saw ghosts and gets hurt because they were stupid?

I guess my way of thinking will change if I ever saw them face to face but I doubt I will. I hope, I won't.

It's 8:30 am when I get back to my apartment. I saw the guard writing something then stop when he saw me. He nod and I nodded back.

My job? I am a freelancer. I do lots of jobs. I am also a waiter in a fast food near me. It's my day-off.

My nice manager basically begged me to have a break. She said, I've been working without a break and I looked like a corpse. I rarely look at the mirror, I wouldn't know.

Eventually, I agree. Breaks are not that, except hearing voices from the abandoned room opposite to me.

Everything's fine. Until someone opened the door of that room.