Every morning, the same plate stood outside our door — clean, neat, as if someone had carefully chosen the place and time to set it down. We froze when we found out who it was and why they were doing it. We checked the locks, the windows, even talked to the neighbors — no one had noticed anything strange.
But the plate appeared again, always at the exact same time. With each passing day, our anxiety grew. We tried to ignore it, but at night I would wake up at the slightest rustle behind the door.
It felt like someone was standing there, holding their breath. My husband went out into the hallway — no one. Only a faint smell of food and the eerie sense that we were being watched.
One night, I woke up and heard a soft sound — like someone carefully placing something on the floor. My heart pounded so loudly it felt like it could be heard through the wall. The next morning, we had no doubts left: it was time to set up a camera and finally find out who came to our door every night.
The following morning, just as dawn broke, we turned on the recording… and froze when we saw who it was…
Every morning, the same plate stood outside our door — clean, neat, as if someone had carefully chosen the place and time to set it down։ We froze when we found out who it was and why they were doing it
The next day, we watched the video, holding our breath. On the screen appeared a familiar silhouette — our neighbor, a quiet elderly man who lived next door. He approached the door with a small plate in his hands, gently set it on the floor, and stood still for a moment.
Then he quietly walked away. Every morning, the same plate stood outside our door — clean, neat, as if someone had carefully chosen the place and time to set it down։ We froze when we found out who it was and why they were doing it
We were stunned. Later, when we met him in the yard, I carefully asked why he was doing it.
The old man lowered his eyes and answered with a sad smile:
— We used to live in your apartment. After her death, I moved next door — I couldn’t stay there alone anymore. But… since then, I can’t eat unless I share.
She always waited for us to eat together. Every morning, the same plate stood outside our door — clean, neat, as if someone had carefully chosen the place and time to set it down։ We froze when we found out who it was and why they were doing it
He turned and walked away, leaving us in complete silence. Since then, he stopped leaving food by our door, but every time we pass his, we can still hear the faint clinking of dishes — as if, somewhere behind the wall, the table is still set for two.
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