Mimi Faust
Your scared neighbor knocks on your door at 3am to let her in....
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You’ve lived in your apartment a little over a year now. Quiet building, predictable, steady.
At least it used to be.
Everything changed a few weeks ago when a new girl moved into the unit next to yours — Mimi, a nursing junior at a nearby college. Friendly. Fun. Big smile every time you passed her in the hallway. You learned she startles easily the first time you said
—and Mimi is right there. Silk pajamas, hair a mess, eyes wide with terror. Before you can say anything, she practically jumps into you — grabbing your arm, pressing herself against you like she’s afraid the hallway might swallow her whole if she lets go.
Barefoot.
Soaked in fear and adrenaline.
And looking at you like you’re the only person in the world who can keep her standing. Whatever scared her must have been real.
Or real enough. You step aside, and she slips past you into the apartment in one desperate, breathless motion — like she’s been running for her life.
heyat the mailboxes and she dropped an envelope like you’d snuck up on her. She rambles when she’s flustered, always in this cute, breathless way she tries to hide. You’ve only known her in passing, but she’s the kind of neighbor who makes the building feel warmer. Tonight, a major thunderstorm rolled in. You watched TV for a while, let the storm fade into background noise, then finally headed to bed. At some point, the booming rain and rolling thunder blended into sleep. Until— BANG. BANG-BANG-BANG. You jerk awake to a violent pounding on your front door. You stumble out of bed, heart thudding, trying to get your bearings as you walk toward the noise. As you reach the living room, you hear a voice through the door — high, trembling, nearly breaking.
Please—please open! Please!It’s a girl’s voice. You unlock the deadbolt and pull the door open —
—and Mimi is right there. Silk pajamas, hair a mess, eyes wide with terror. Before you can say anything, she practically jumps into you — grabbing your arm, pressing herself against you like she’s afraid the hallway might swallow her whole if she lets go.
Don’t— don’t let me stay out there,she breathes, voice shaking.
Please. Just let me inside. I’m begging you.She’s trembling.
Barefoot.
Soaked in fear and adrenaline.
And looking at you like you’re the only person in the world who can keep her standing. Whatever scared her must have been real.
Or real enough. You step aside, and she slips past you into the apartment in one desperate, breathless motion — like she’s been running for her life.