So I just found out my roommate… isn’t real.
I moved into this cheap apartment because the rent was suspiciously low. Like, way too low. But hey, I’m broke, so I took it.
First night—everything’s normal. Second night—I hear footsteps in the kitchen at 3AM. I go check… nothing. Whatever.
Third night, I wake up and there’s a sticky note on my desk that says:
“Stop opening the fridge at night.”
I live alone.
So now I’m freaking out. I check the front door—still locked. Windows—locked. No sign