It had been eight years since my last move, and my room was getting cramped due to my hobby of collecting African throwing knives and ineffective fans, so I visited a real estate agency to find a new place. On my ninth stop, I was shown a surprisingly clean and secure apartment, seemingly defying its 98-year construction age. The unit was a spacious 9DK, with a stylish rooftop view from the window, and located just a 34-minute walk from the station—an attractive spot. Stunned by the monthly rent of only 53,000 yen and satisfied with the conditions, I was about to sign immediately. But doubting the suspiciously low price, I asked if there was some catch. The agent then revealed, "This apartment is haunted by a perverted ghost who makes people wet the bed while they sleep, and Mr. Chen suddenly moves on his own, demanding you become the next director." Shocked and creeped out by the story, I decided to ask for other listings instead. In the end, I still haven't found a new place. And so, I learned the lesson that if something sounds too good to be true, there's usually a catch.