The night began like any other, but with an eerie undertone. Veronica Lodge and Reggie Mantle, along with Betty Cooper, had invited their friends over for a horror movie night in their new apartment. The apartment still carried the unsettling atmosphere they had experienced since their move-in, but they were determined to push through the strangeness and enjoy the night.
Their friends, including Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom, and Kevin Keller, gathered around the living room. The lights were dimmed, snacks and drinks were spread across the coffee table, and the group had decided on a particularly creepy film—"The Taking of Deborah Logan" on Amazon Prime.
As the movie began, the air was thick with tension, each of them already unnerved by the odd happenings in the apartment over the last few days. The film itself was terrifying enough, but the mood in the room only grew more unsettling as they progressed through the movie. They were deep into a particularly disturbing scene when a strange, muffled mumbling sound started to filter into the room. It was subtle at first—almost like the whispering of a woman.
Betty paused the movie, looking around, her brow furrowing. "Did anyone else hear that?"
The others exchanged glances. Veronica, her heart beating faster, nodded. "Yeah, it's coming from my office," she said, glancing nervously in that direction.
Reggie stood up, taking charge. "I'll go check it out." He walked down the hallway toward Veronica's office, leaving the others sitting tensely on the couch.
As Reggie approached the office door, the low, mumbled voice continued—a woman's voice, though he couldn't make out what she was saying. It sent a chill down his spine. He pushed the door open, the creaking sound echoing in the silence. But when he stepped inside, the room was completely empty. No one was there, and the office was exactly as they had left it. He glanced around, searching for any possible explanation, but found nothing.
Reggie returned to the living room, trying to brush off the feeling of unease. "Nothing in there. Must've been something from the movie."
The group exchanged uneasy looks, and they resumed the film. But not ten minutes later, the mumbling returned—this time louder, more pronounced, and undeniably coming from Veronica's office. The voice was almost intelligible now, though it still had an eerie, ominous tone. The intensity of it sent chills through the room.
Betty's face paled, and Archie, trying to be brave, stood up. "I'll go check this time."
Archie headed toward the office, his steps slower than Reggie's had been. The mumbling persisted, growing louder with each step he took. When he reached the office door, his hand hesitated on the knob, but he pushed through, opening it wide.
The office was empty again—just like before. But the moment he stepped inside, the mumbling stopped abruptly, leaving an eerie silence. He scanned the room, heart pounding in his chest. No one was there.
Archie returned to the group, his face serious. "Something weird is going on, guys."
The mood had shifted dramatically. What had started as a fun horror movie night had now become too real. The tension in the apartment was palpable, and everyone was on edge.
After their friends left, Veronica and Reggie began preparing for bed. The apartment was eerily quiet again, as though the strange sounds had left with their guests. They exchanged few words as they got ready for bed, both clearly unsettled by the night's events.
Veronica slipped into bed beside Reggie, pulling the covers up tightly as if to ward off the chill that seemed to have taken permanent residence in the apartment.
Just as they were about to fall asleep, a rapping sound echoed through the room. It was a sharp, consistent knocking on their bedroom door—almost like someone urgently trying to get in.
Veronica's heart jumped in her chest. She sat up, glancing toward the door. "Did you hear that?"
Reggie, already wide awake, nodded. "Yeah. Stay here—I'll check."
But Veronica, stubborn as always, was already sliding out of bed. "No, I've got it." She moved toward the door, her hand trembling as she reached for the handle.
She opened the door slowly, peering out into the dark hallway. The apartment was silent and empty—just like earlier. No one was there. She stepped out into the hallway, glancing around, but everything seemed normal.
She leaned down to inspect the door, wondering if maybe something had scratched the surface, but there were no scratches—nothing to indicate what had caused the knocking.
Veronica closed the door again, locking it this time, and climbed back into bed.
"What did you find?" Reggie asked, his voice low.
"Nothing," Veronica replied, shaking her head. "Just... nothing." But the unease in her voice was clear, and she couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't alone.
The knocking didn't return that night, but both of them stayed awake far longer than usual, listening for any signs of movement or sound. The apartment seemed to hum with an unseen presence, and Veronica couldn't help but feel like something was watching them.
As she lay there in the dark, she wondered if the apartment they had chosen was hiding something far more sinister than they ever could have imagined.