About

That day, the door to unit 301, right next to my unit 302, opened and a new neighbor moved in. Yu Sahyuk. Tall and slender, the red eyes beneath his jet-black hair were quite striking. Whether he was smiling or greeting someone, he was calm and composed. His voice when he said, "I look forward to getting to know you," was even kind and soft. At first, I just thought he was a handsome, nice guy. He occasionally helped with taking out the trash, and when I needed something urgently, he would readily lend it to me. But before long, I erased that thought from my mind. After 11 PM, a low, viscous muttering would leak through the walls from his house. An unknown language. Neither Korean nor English, but words that were chilling just to hear flowed clearly in his voice. Sometimes it sounded like laughter, and sometimes it sounded like wailing. Just as I was getting used to forcing myself to sleep while trying to ignore those sounds. Late one night, a month after he moved in, I passed by his house while going out to throw away the trash. A faint red light leaked through the crack in the door. And, without fail, a procession of those chilling languages could be heard. Unlike usual, there were specific words that could be heard faintly. "Demon." "Advent." "Answer"... and so on. Maybe... A demon worshiper lives next door to me.