Being at home alone

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Silence... was all I heard when I stepped into the apartment.

Click!I locked the door and made my way to the bathroom. A soft melody swept pass my ears from outside the bathroom, a voice was heard singing towards the tune, a girl's. The melody gave me a feeling of familiarity yet confusion of not recalling it from anywhere.

Thinking that it was just my imagination running wild again, I stepped out of the bathroom with light steps. I'm all alone in the apartment,  but the feeling of being watch is still consuming me, why?

My heart sped up as I stepped towards the microwave, heating up the leftovers from yesterday.

Tic, tic, tic, I instinctively looked over at the clock, but I found myself staring at the empty wall. Empty...Wait! Wha-Ding!

I took in a sharp breath, heart started going faster by the minute. It was just the microwave. I let out a deep breath, instantly relaxed before proceeding taking out the leftovers from the microwave.

I made my way towards the television before setting the leftovers on the coffee table and switch it on, a way to distract me from the silence. Nothing was shown but static before the screen turned black leaving me staring blankly.

I quickly took my phone trying to find a way to distract myself with it. The screen lit up, but not in home screen, static...

As quickly as the static came, it was gone and again I found myself staring blankly to the darkness of the screen.

Then, the melody started...

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