A man, without hesitation, bought an apartment that was being sold for a quarter of its real value, but when he acquired the apartment and later opened the gates of the house, he froze in place.
A week earlier, late in the evening, the man accidentally received a call from an unknown number.
The voice of the caller was female. In a calm and slightly strange tone, she asked the man:
— Are you still interested in real estate? If so, we have a property that needs to be sold very urgently.
— How did you get my phone number? — asked the man, puzzled.
— You posted an ad saying that you wanted to buy a house, and your number was listed there.
Hearing the extremely low price at which the apartment was being sold, the man didn’t ask any extra questions and, without hesitation, agreed to buy it.
For that money, a few years ago he wouldn’t have even been able to buy a car.
— Excuse me… are you sure you are quoting the correct amount? — the man barely uttered, not believing his ears.
The woman did not repeat the price. She only said:😥😥
— The apartment belonged to my uncle. I no longer want to return there, so I want to sell it as soon as possible.
They agreed to meet, and the man met the woman at a café. After that, he handed her the money, and they went to the appropriate office, where the apartment was registered in the man’s name.
The deal was completed in ten minutes, after which, receiving the keys, he rushed to his new apartment.
Approaching the house, the man slightly smiled and said with relief that he had finally come home. But when he opened the old gates and entered, he was shocked by what he saw.
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He took a few steps forward — and at that very moment, what he saw literally pinned him to the spot.
In the center of the room, on long narrow metal tables, lay human bodies. Some were covered with white sheets, but a few faces were exposed — gray skin, half-closed eyes, and bluish lips.
Along another wall were coffins lined up — old, scratched, of different sizes, and some weren’t even closed.
The man felt everything inside him tighten. The air was sharp and heavy — soaked with the smell of chemicals, metal, and death. Involuntarily, he stepped back, his back hit something hard, and when he turned around, he saw another coffin.
— My God… — he whispered, covering his mouth with his hand.
His heart pounded wildly. He hurried from room to room, hoping that perhaps he had simply gone to the wrong place. But in every room, the same scene awaited: tall metal cabinets resembling refrigerators, bodies with attached tags, a table on which gloves, masks, and scissors lay.
And at that very moment, a terrifying thought formed in his mind: this was not an apartment. It had never been an “apartment.”
He went out into the hallway and near the door noticed a small, worn plaque, barely visible under a layer of dust. And in that same moment, everything became clear.
Many years ago, this place was used as a secret morgue — neither state-run nor registered. Bodies were brought here that people didn’t want to make a fuss about: unknown deaths, suspicious cases, unresolved stories. And when the room was closed, it was simply registered on paper as an “apartment.”
That’s why the woman was in such a hurry to sell it. That’s why the price was unbelievably low.
The man had been deceived. They needed someone who would sign the documents without questions and take over the place that everyone wanted to get rid of.
With a trembling hand, he took out his phone and tried to call the woman, but the number had already been disconnected.
And only at that moment did he truly understand the most terrifying thing: he hadn’t bought a house.
He had bought a place from which death had never left.
And when he later called that number again to find the woman, recover the apartment, and get his money back, the operator said:
— That number no longer exists.
Then the man understood one simple truth: he had been deceived — and there was nothing he could do about it anymore.
