247 Iesp 458 Risa Murakami Apart ✦

That’s when the lights flickered and the numbers on the microwave changed. Not to 0:00. To . The apartment number. Then to 247 . Then to 11 —the months she’d been dead.

The lights went out. The last thing I saw was the sticky note on the fridge: Milk expires Tuesday. 247 IESP 458 Risa Murakami Apart

“The apart,” she whispered. “Apartment 458 isn’t haunted by me. I’m trapped here by her .” That’s when the lights flickered and the numbers

Behind me, the front door slammed shut. The lock clicked. 247 IESP 458 Risa Murakami Apart