The Ghøst in Apartment Twenty Øne

2- I'm The Real Tyler

Shortly after the figure disappeared, Tyler stopped thrashing around in his sleep. His breathing evened back out and his features were relaxed once again. I stayed with him the whole rest of the night, making sure that thing didn't come back. I never once felt tired, so I guess I don't need sleep anymore, but I wonder if I can sleep if I want to?

At eight in the morning, an alarm went off on Tyler's phone. As he slowly woke up, I looked over at his phone and saw he had given the alarm a name.

"Job interview at Jittery Joe's."

That's where I used to work! First he moves into my apartment, now he might get my job. This is really weird...

Tyler's hand went through my abdomen when he reached for his phone. It kinda tickled, so I Immediately jumped up and out of the way, letting out a little squeak. He made no indication that he heard me which is good.

Tyler groaned and pulled himself out of his bed and into the bathroom. I heard the sounds of him washing his face and brushing his teeth before he came back into the room. He had slightly smoothed down his bead head, which had been adorable, but there were still little pieces of hair sticking up here and there.

Walking over to his closest, he began sorting through his clothes. He pulled out a nice pair of dark-wash jeans and threw them on his bed. He kept searching for a shirt, and he pulled two out of the closest. One was a plain black short-sleeved button up, and the other was a plain light blue t-shirt with a pocket on the chest.

"Which one.." He pondered out loud. I looked over at the olive green coat he had hanging on his door and thought the black shirt would look better.

I walked over and tried to poke the black shirt to make it move, but my hand went through it. I huffed in frustration, concentrated on the shirt, and tried again. This time the shirt swayed lightly in Tyler's hand.

"Black it is then." He pulled on the jeans, shirt, and then the jacket. And, damn. He looked good. He slipped on a pair of light brown suede shoes and then went back to the bathroom to finish sorting out his hair.

I followed him down to the kitchen and watched as he tried to find something to eat for breakfast. I say tried, because he has yet to stock up his fridge or cabinets with any food.

"Looks like I'm going shopping later," he mumbled. He had bread, milk, and that was it. He drank a glass of milk as he waited for a slice of bread to pop out of the toaster. He face scrunched as he ate the plain toast, but he finished it nonetheless.

Grabbing a glass of water, he quickly swished the water around his mouth before spitting it out in the sink. He checked his teeth in a small mirror he had put by the front door before grabbing his car keys and leaving me all alone.

Without Tyler here, I got very bored, very fast. I entertained myself for awhile by just walking through things, but that got old after five or ten minutes. I also practiced picking up and touching things. It was getting easier, but one can only pick things up for so long.

Maybe I could turn on the TV. I went into the living room and found the remote sitting on the coffee table. I was able to grab it on the first try, and I turned the TV on. I surfed through the channels until I saw Fight Club was playing and stopped there.

I was so engrossed in the movie, it's my favorite one, that I didn't think to watch the time for when Tyler would come home. I heard the door open and felt a little panicked, what do I do?

Before I could even try to turn off the TV, Tyler was in the room. A very confused expression was on his face. He stood there in thought, I saw him silently mouthing words, pointing with one hand, and looking around. I realized he was trying to re-trace his steps from this morning.