I Spent a Couple of Nights at My Friend’s Old Apartment and Started Noticing These Strange Bumps
It was supposed to be an easy stay—just a couple of nights at my friend’s old apartment while they were out of town. Nothing unusual. I’ve stayed in older buildings before, the kind with slightly creaky floors, dim hallways, and that faint smell of dust that never fully goes away.
But this place… felt different.
At first, it was small things. A door that wouldn’t stay fully closed. A light that flickered for no reason. The kind of stuff you ignore because you don’t want to start imagining stories that aren’t there.
Then I started noticing the bumps.
Not on the walls. Not on the furniture.
On my skin.
And that’s when the entire experience shifted from “odd” to something I couldn’t stop thinking about.
The First Night: Nothing Seemed Wrong
The first night was completely normal. I arrived late, dropped my bag near the couch, and basically collapsed after a long day.
The apartment was quiet—almost too quiet. No traffic noise, no neighbors, just the occasional creak of old pipes somewhere in the walls.
I remember thinking, this is actually kind of peaceful.
I didn’t notice anything on my skin that night. No itching, no irritation, nothing unusual at all.
But looking back now, I realize that sometimes the body doesn’t react immediately. It waits.
The Second Night: The First Signs
The next morning, I noticed a few small red bumps on my forearm.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. I assumed it was maybe:
- A mosquito bite
- A reaction to the bedding
- Or just dry skin from the air
Nothing serious.
But what made me pause was the pattern.
They weren’t random.
They appeared in small clusters—two or three close together—almost like something had tapped the skin more than once in the same area.
By evening, I noticed a few more on my leg.
That’s when I started paying attention.
