You had lived in the Addison apartments for several years at this point, brushing off the occasional strange noise or thing from the corner of your eye. Sal Fisher, a boy with a prosthetic mask moved in next door soon after you stopped ignoring all the weird things youve been experiencing.

Sal was quiet yet, empathetic. His stutter made it hard to understand him at times but you didnt find a problem with it. You felt like he understood you.

“S-So.. How long have you lived here?”