Get ready for the longest night of your life. Or not. It really depends on what type of person you are. But before i start typing about what type of person a certain individual is, just get to this story. This story is based on a recently divorced man who moves into a new apartment. Everything seems cool. Rent is great. The people around him are pretty quite. It's a single mans true paradise. That is. Until strange occurrences start happening. I dont wanna give to much away in the description so i leave this off with a (Discretion Warning)
Y/N was not living life. She survived everyday with constant harmful thoughts.
How long until her landlord would kick her ass out of the apartment?
How many triple shifts until her body refuses and she'd die out of a burnout?
Eat.Sleep.Work.
That was her schedule. No fun allowed. And when she thinks her life couldn't get any worse a creepy golfball head decided to take more interest in her... More than she'd like...
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