This account recounts an episode from my days dwelling within an apartment.

Being particularly attuned to auditory sensations, I made it a steadfast practice to inhabit the highest floor of the apartment complex.

The cacophony that pervades the world below rendered all other abodes impractical, with its symphony of footfalls, chairs dragged, and the plummeting of various objects.

One night, I abruptly awoke to the disconcerting sound of a falling object.

Pondering the possibility of an earthquake, I hastily switched on the light, surveying the room for any telltale signs.

Alas, no evidence of a fallen item met my gaze, leading me to dismiss the incident as a figment of my imagination before succumbing once more to slumber.

Subsequently, the disquieting sounds exacerbated in intensity.

Initially, I endeavored to pay them no heed, attributing them to a misinterpretation whereby noises generated by my neighbors permeated the reinforced concrete, falsely projecting from above.

Yet, as time elapsed, the spectral presence crystallized, accompanied by the discernible chorus of life echoing from overhead.

Laughter, shouting, and heated exchanges became discernible to my ears.

Though aware of its absurdity, I couldn’t shake the conviction that someone had taken up residence upon the rooftop.

Seeking answers, I approached the building manager, only to have my anxieties met with dismissive laughter.

The notion of someone dwelling upon the rooftop was deemed preposterous.

Naturally, my concerns were met with incredulity, and a sense of perverse delight seemed to emanate from his silence, as the clamor from above intensified with each passing day.

A tipping point was reached. I resolved to ascend to the rooftop, accompanied by the building manager.

Alas, upon reaching our destination, we found no trace of occupation.

The manager’s voice, intoning, “See, no one is here,” evoked a twinge of compassion, akin to pity for one beset by madness.

Bewildered, I stood in astonishment. Strangely, the clamor ceased from that very moment.

A few sunsets later, an enigmatic missive arrived, anonymous in nature.

It bore but a solitary word: “Remember, you reported it.”

Without hesitation, I promptly relocated.

Forever scarred by that incident, I could never bring myself to inhabit the uppermost floor of an apartment complex again, for it serves only as a haunting reminder of that inexplicable event.