The Old Man at Number 17
🕯️ The Old Man at Number 17
It was a quiet street in a small town just outside London.
The kind of place where nothing ever happened.
Except… at Number 17.
🌫️ The Man No One Knew
An old man lived there. No one knew his name.
No visitors. No family. No lights
except one dim glow from the upstairs window every night.
People said he had been living there for decades.
But something felt… wrong.
👁️ Strange Things Begin
New neighbours moved in next door. A young couple. At first, everything was normal.
Until the noises started. Every night at exactly 3:00 AM…
A slow dragging sound echoed from Number 17.
Like something heavy… being pulled across the floor.
🕰️ The Same Time… Every Night
The husband tried to ignore it. “Old house,” he said. “Probably pipes.”
But his wife wasn’t convinced. One night, she looked out of the window.
The upstairs light was on. And there he was. The old man.
Standing completely still… staring directly at her.
😨 The Smile
He didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Just stared… And then slowly…
He smiled. Not a normal smile. Something… unnatural.
🚪 The Visit
The next day, the husband decided to check.
He knocked on the door of Number 17.
No answer.
He knocked again.
Still nothing.
But the door… slowly opened on its own.
🩸 Inside the House
The smell hit him first.
Damp. Rotten. Heavy.
The house was empty.
No furniture.
No signs of life.
Just drag marks… leading upstairs.
🔦 The Truth
He followed them. Step by step. Heart pounding. When he reached the room…
He froze. There was no old man. Just a mirror. And in the reflection…
He saw himself. Standing behind him. Smiling.
💀 The Ending
The neighbours never saw him again.
The house at Number 17 remained empty.
But every night at 3:00 AM…
The light still turns on.
And sometimes…
If you look closely…
You might see someone watching you from the window.
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