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I was in the process of moving into my new apartment. I'm very excited because it's a significant improvement over my parents' basement.
I'm surprised this place hasn't already been brought.
The landlord stated that the apartment had furniture and that it was up to me if I wanted to change it around, but from the looks of it, I didn't see anything that needed to be changed because it had a unique modern look to it.
I packed some clothes and, of course, my gaming setup.
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I finally unpacked everything because there wasn't much. I was currently in the shower, rinsing off the sweat I had worked up while carrying the boxes up the stairs.
I then felt a presence behind me, but when I turned my head to look, there was no one there.
I swear to God. I have this feeling that someone was in here with me, but I'm probably just being paranoid.
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I've been in this apartment for a month and I'm beginning to think I'm going insane.
Almost everything goes missing or is misplaced.
I remember making Alfredo for myself and putting the sauce right next to the stove, but when I went to look for it, it was in the living room, sitting on the couch.
What really gets to me is how the house stays spotless, and by spotless, I mean spotlessly clean.
Okay, so I never fix my bed because I don't see the point in doing so when I'm going to lie down in it, but every day it somehow becomes neat again. Isn't it crazy?
I guess I'm used to it now because when I sleep, I feel a body in front of me and I know I'm not crazy because when I sleep, I'm either on my side or on my back and I always feel a body warmth next to me or on me if I'm on my back.
I'm beginning to believe that ghosts exist.
It's the following day, and I'd like to do some research on this apartment today.
I'm guessing that something or someone here is giving anyone who has lived here a reason to leave.
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I went into the living room, while my laptop sat on my lap, and began looking up my apartment number in relation to my location.
Before I even hit enter, a slew of popular searches popped up, such as "Is this apartment hunted?" or "What happened to Kylie Jenner and how did she die?" I'm picturing Kylie, the woman I've been sleeping with.
I looked up when she died. When I pressed the enter key, I felt her presence again, and the aura she gave me was bitterness mixed with discomfort.
According to what I'm reading, Kylie was a loner who had the perfect family.
