O-NO

I lived on the top floor of my former apartment. One floor below us, there used to be a bedroom. It's no longer a bedroom because it has been sealed off. Because it is HAUNTED.

Years ago, this room was inhabited by some "crazy artist" lady, as it's been told to me. When she moved out of the apartment, she paid the building manager an unknown amount of money to seal the room off from the rest of the apartment, "no questions asked". Supposedly because the room is inhabited by spirits. There is now just a wall where the door used to be. However, there is a second door in this room that leads to the back stairwell. Its lock is crappy.

My friends and I broke in easily, to see what the deal was. The walls of the room are battered (in the physical sense, not the delicious sense) and haphazardly smeared with a reddish-pink paint of some sort. There are bits of newsprint embedded in the paint. There is no electrical power, no lightbulbs, no nothin', except the painting on the ceiling in the image above, and a rolling suitcase.

Big letdown: the suitcase was not full of skulls.