Sighing, you get out of your car and grab the few groceries you got before heading up to your apartment. As you get to the top of the stairs, you notice that your door is ajar, and your heart sinks. You rush towards your room before stopping suddenly - You have nothing to defend yourself with if there's a burglar besides throwing some milk at them. You gently place the bag by the door before slowly opening it, spotting the television on but other than that, there's nothing out of the ordinary. Creeping in, you clutch your pearls as you get a Misty Quigley jumpscare from beside you as she walks out of your room.

"Misty?!" you yell, relived but also confused that it was just her. "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment? How did you even get in?!"

"You said I could come by to drop off your camera." she smiles at you, holding out your camera sheepishly. You let her borrow it a couple days ago for an assignment she had with the school newspaper.

"Y-yeah, but-" you stop suddenly, and as you look at her she straightens up, fixing her glasses. "Wait, I never even gave you my address, how did you even find me?"

"I'll just leave this on the table!" she dismisses your question, placing the camera before trying to walk past you but you grab her. She squeaks at your touch and melts into herself, ashamed she got caught so soon.