Notes

This story goes back to my collage year. It was a normal night like any other, just me doing my homework and paying the rent for my
apartment. Sometimes I felt hungry, but there was no food in my apartment, so I had to go all the way down to the 1st floor just for a little snack. But this wasn't any different, as I felt hungry, I got my keys left my room and headed for the elevator. It turned out it was out of order.

I had 2 options:
#1: Just go back to my room and call it a night and deal with it in the morning.
Or #2: Go to the stairs.

Now the stairs were dark and steep, and I don't like the dark at all. But I was 19, I've grown a bit, so I went for my room, got the flashlight
and went for the stairs.
As the door creaked, it echoed all 3 floors down. I slowly walked down the stairs one-by-one, until I reached the 2nd floor. Then it was changed.
The last step was red, blood red. I looked in horror as I turned to my left and saw a man, not just any man. A man with deep black eyes and mouth, his hair was missing. Only 5 strands were on his bald head, he looked sad as if his soul was gone. My eyes opened to wide they hurt.