white noise // muke

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it was the first day in the apartment. a fresh start was all michael needed, so he moved out of his old place and moved across town, settling for a nice, cheap apartment. he didn't need it big, he figured he'd be the only one ever there anyway.

after unpacking most of the boxes, michael collapsed on to the couch. he sighed and rubbed his eyes, the only thing he wanted to do was sleep. he thought it was early, but when he glanced at the time, it read 11:37. he walked to his room, the walls still bare. he didn't find his box with all his posters and pictures in it yet, the only thing in his room was the bed and a dresser left from the previous owners.

michael slept until he heard a sound, it was low but nonetheless annoying. he groaned and sat up. the sound only seemed to grow and become louder. michael got out of bed and walked into the living room, the tv displaying static. the noise was almost enough to burst his eardrums. the landlord hadn't said anything about the tv acting up. michael searched for the remote. he remembered sitting it on the couch, but it wasn't there. the sound still continued to grow, and michael couldn't stand it. he covered his ears and closed his eyes tightly. when he opened them, the lights now flickered, and he saw a figure behind the tv.