The Shadow in Apartment 13The first thing Elara noticed about Apartment 13 was the cold. It was a deep, marrow-chilling cold that the building’s wheezing radiator couldn’t touch. The second thing was the silence. Not a peaceful quiet, but a thick, absorbent hush that seemed to swallow sound whole.She’d taken the cheap rent without question, a desperate move after her breakup. The super, a gaunt man with nervous eyes, had simply handed her the keys and muttered, “Don’t mind the drafts.”But Elara did mind. She minded the way the shadows in the long hallway seemed to stretch towards her door.