A new town, a new place, a new life. These were the thoughts that crossed Alex Hawthorne's mind as he moved into his new two bedroom home. The place was nice, hardwood floors, decently high ceilings, and spacious rooms, he couldn't believe that he had bought it for as little as he had.
As he set the last box down, he smiled and looked at his new home, this was his, no worry about rent, no roommates to annoy him, no….. Rose…..
He shook his head and got the nasty thoughts out before they could fester, no, he wasn't gonna let his old life influence his new one. So, he went about unpacking, which was going to take a while, he had a lot of stuff.
"First, let's get these books put away." He said to himself as he moved over to the built in bookshelf with a box. Alex prided himself in his book collection, he had every book he'd ever bought over the last three years, which was a ton.
"And, done." He said and wiped his brow, the bookshelf was absolutely filled with books, he had only one shelf left to do anything with, but no books to put on it. "Sure I have some knick knacks around her somewhere." He muttered, before heading to the rest of the boxes and going through them.
It took the rest of the day, but everything was unpacked and put away, well, with what he could anyways, he still needed to go buy furniture, but that could wait, it was late and he was tired. Prepping his coffee pot to brew in the morning, Alex then headed to bed, which was just for the night a sleeping bag on the floor.
The next week went by quickly for Alex, he got furniture, had cable and internet set up, and even got a new tv (For those moments he'd want away from his computer.) And life seemed great, he worked, he relaxed, even went on his morning runs once he had a route figured out.
It was at the end of the first week when things got weird though. "Where are my keys?" He asked himself as he went from room to room looking for them, "I swear I set them…." And there they were, sitting on the table, the table they hadn't been on moments ago. He shook his head, "I must be going blind…." He muttered, before remembering his rush, and booked it out the door.
And things continued like that, an item here or there would go missing, then appear back in the same spot or a different spot, the lights would come on by themselves, and the tv occasionally did as well. He chalked it up to memory lapses, he had to have turned them on and forgot, right? Another week passed and Alex got used to the weird events, and went about life normally, until one night…..
"Yes sir," he said into the phone, "I'm going as fast as I can, I have to wait on the editor to get it back to me…." He listened for a second, "I can't work miracles and you know that, now calm down, and I'll send you a report as soon as possible…. Uh huh, you have a good night Bruce." He hung up the phone and fell backwards onto his bed, the memory foam letting him sink in and he sighed in comfort.
"Bruce can bite me, those deadlines are ridiculous." He grumbled as he rubbed his face, "Oh well, I'll get to it in the morning. No use working while brain dead." And with that, he got back up, then went to take a shower and get ready for bed. Crawling under the covers and turning off his bedside lamp, he found his mind slowly drifting to sleep, when suddenly….. he couldn't move, he was awake and couldn't move. He tried to cry out but he couldn't even move his mouth, and that's when he saw it, a little bit from the edge of his bed, a dark figure standing in his room. He wanted to reach over and turn on his light, grab his gun he had in the nightstand, but his muscles wouldn't move. He yelled at his body to comply, and then the dread in his chest grew as he saw the figure smile a white smile that was seeable even in the darkness of his room….