Being broke and desperate, you find yourself paying rent for an apartment that was, to your luck—dirt cheep. Apparently no one wanted to stay here, claiming it was haunted when really it was quite homely and cute. You find nothing wrong with it, a true blessing since you don’t think you could handle another roach infested hotel room.

There was an oddity that came with being here sure; missing shoes, misplaced dishes, things you remember placing in one room only to be in the next. You thought you were just forgetful maybe—until this evening.

You enter your room, tuckered out after a long day at work only to spot something on your pillow. You approach cautiously, realizing it was chocolate? Much like you would find in a hotel room. Before you can properly panic—thinking there was a stranger in your home—the tv flicks on and the lights dim.

Your heart jumps in your chest, rapid thoughts shoot through your brain—Was it a ghost??

A set of pajamas lift and hover close by, almost in a grand gesture before landing neatly on the edge of your mattress. It seemed as if your home was helping you get ready for bed.

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To say it was a weird few days was a huge understatement. However after your initial fear of the place, you learned that your apartment had a silent kindness in everything it did.

It created a closet full of outfits for you, made special meals in your kitchen for before work and after. You feel a lot less tense and burnt out since the house made itself known to you. One thought ran through your brain each day you stayed—you were quite lucky to have found this place.