The House That Remembered
Leo had always wanted to live in a house that told a story. That’s why he bought the towering container home on the edge of the city. Each container had once traveled the world, carrying cargo across oceans. Now, they were stacked together, transformed into a modern home with balconies, plants, and warm lighting.
The previous owner sold it cheap.
“I just… didn’t feel comfortable here,” he had muttered. “You’ll see what I mean.”
Leo laughed it off. What could be so scary about metal walls?
For the first week, everything seemed normal.
Then the noises started.
Night One: The Knocking
It was late when Leo first heard it.
A steady, rhythmic knock from one of the upper containers.
He climbed up, flashlight in hand, and checked every locked door. The containers used for storage hadn’t been opened in years. The doors were rusted shut.
He chalked it up to the wind and went back to bed.
But the knocking came again.
And this time, it was from inside the walls.
Night Three: The Red Markings
Leo started feeling uneasy. The air in certain rooms felt heavier, colder, despite the warm weather.
Then, while reorganizing the lower level, he found something strange.
The paint on one of the red containers had chipped away, revealing old markings beneath. Words, scratched into the metal:
“IT NEVER LEFT.”
His stomach turned. He searched for the container’s shipping history.
It had belonged to a vessel that vanished at sea for six months. When it reappeared, the crew was missing. The cargo? Never disclosed.
Night Five: The Door Opens
The storm that night was relentless, shaking the stacked containers.
Leo was asleep when the loud clang jolted him awake.
One of the upper container doors had unlatched itself.
Heart pounding, he climbed to the top balcony. The container’s door creaked open, revealing pure darkness inside. The air smelled of rust and salt.
Then, something moved.
A faint, shuffling sound.
He pointed his flashlight inside.
The walls were covered in deep claw marks.
And at the far end, a shadow shifted.
Then, the whispers came.
Low. Hissing. Not one voice, but many.
“You opened the door.”
Leo ran.
By morning, he had packed his things and left.
And the next owner?
They’ll hear the knocking too.
Until the door opens again.
Would you stay here for a night? Or leave before the container unlocks itself? Let me know in the comments! ⬇️
