Don't Look Up: A Chilling Encounter!

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I never believed in paranormal stories. Not really. Until the night I heard my own voice coming from the apartment above mine. The strange part? That apartment had been empty for over two months. It started around 1:13 AM. I was in bed scrolling through my phone when I heard footsteps upstairs. Slow. Heavy. Dragging across the floor. At first, I thought someone had finally moved in. But then I remembered… The landlord told everyone the apartment was sealed after what happened to the last tenant. Nobody had entered since. The footsteps stopped directly above my room. Then everything went silent. Completely silent. A few seconds later… I heard my voice. “Don’t look up.” I froze instantly. Same tone. Same accent. Exactly how I sound. I sat there staring at the ceiling, unable to move. Then it spoke again. “I said… don’t look up.” At that point, my hands were shaking. I grabbed my phone and turned off the video I was watching just to make sure the sound wasn’t coming from it. The apartment was dead quiet. Then something scratched the floor upstairs. Slowly. Like furniture being dragged. And then… A loud bang exploded above me. I jumped out of bed and ran to the hallway. The entire building was silent. No doors opening. No voices. Nothing. I don’t know why, but I started walking toward the stairs. Step by step. The closer I got to the upstairs apartment… The colder the air became. When I finally stood in front of the door… I noticed something. The seal was broken. The chain the landlord placed around the handle was lying on the floor. The door was slightly open. Just enough to see darkness inside. Then my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I answered without thinking. And heard breathing. Slow. Wet. Right against the microphone. Then a whisper: “Look up.” I did. And through the small gap between the door and the frame… I saw someone standing inside the apartment. Completely still. Watching me. It looked exactly like me. Same face. Same clothes. Same eyes. But the smile… Was wrong. Too wide. Too unnatural. Then it lifted one finger slowly… And pointed behind me. I turned around immediately. The hallway was empty. But when I looked back at the apartment… The door was fully open. And nobody was there. The next morning, I asked the landlord about the previous tenant. He looked at me for a few seconds and said: “That’s impossible.” I asked him why. And he said: “Because the man who lived there…” He paused. “…looked exactly like you.”