Anette finally made it up the stairs, feeling as if she was going to vomit and feeling drawn to where she'd felt the evil presence that had caught her attention. She'd never really believed in the supernatural, and always ignored the strange happenings about her. She felt that if she perhaps ignored them, they would fade from existence. Sadly for her,  that was not the case. She could smell sulphur and it made her stomach turn while making her want to follow it as she turned her brown eyes to the door to the neighbor's apartment.<br/><br/><em>I shouldn't....it's none of my business.</em>, she thought, chewing on her lip. Miya's door was right in front of her, and she just could not ignore the nagging sensation at seemed to thrust invisible tendrils into her consciousness and draw her to it like a moth to a flame. She felt her feet take the initiative as she moved towards the door which had been left ajar. She had watched enough crime dramas to know not to touch anything with her hands, using her long hoodie sleeve to put around her palm as she gently nudged the door open a bit more.<br/><br/>She cautiously called out. "H...Hello?" she heard nothing, and chanced going in further. "A..are you alright?" She could feel it, whomever lived here was not alright. She'd felt the loss of life. She didn't want to acknowledge it. But she just couldn't in this room. Especially when her eyes landed on the dried up husk that had once been a young woman, maybe only a few years older than her. She felt the urge to vomit as she began to smell the scent of Hell even more now, just seeing the body would have confirmed her gut feeling even if the smell had not. She turned around and began to puke even as she felt something telling her to look back, to appreciate the<em>beauty</em>of torment before her.<br/><br/>After a few moments she managed to get herself together, her eyes falling on a crucifix that oddly seemed to rejuvenate her to a point. She began to cry a little, hating this. She hated these moments where she felt such distinct feelings that forced her to look at herself and accept she might not be normal. She turned around and began to make a hasty exit to Miya's apartment before anyone would blame her for this. Not that they could, but people always need someone to blame.