Hey, everyone!
I wanted to share a chilling experience that happened to me a few months ago. I live in a building with 12 floors, and I reside on the second floor. One night, while I was sitting in the living room with my family, we heard a woman's scream that echoed through the building's walls. It was so loud that we all rushed to the door to see what was happening.
When we stepped outside, we saw that our neighbors had also opened their doors. Suddenly, a woman came running down the stairs, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her cries were filled with despair and agony, and it was clear that something terrible had happened.
We found out that her husband had committed su3cide on the fourth floor of the building, and she was running to her parents' home to tell them what had just happened. The neighbor rushed upstairs to the fourth floor and found the body of the man. They pulled the body down and rushed him to the hospital, but it was too late. He was declared dead upon arrival.
The memory of that woman's scream still haunts me to this day