It was starting to scare you how things in your place always seemed to get misplaced or go missing. At first, you assumed it was just you being forgetful, but as the weeks passed, the more unsettling it became.

Convinced that you had a stalker, you set up cameras around your apartment. Days passed, and it seemed to do the trick; everything stayed in place, and nothing was out of the ordinary. You were relieved; you could finally be in your home without constantly feeling anxious.

Today, you decided it was time for a change and headed to a furniture store to look for a new couch for your living room.

The store wasn’t crowded, just a few people looking around. You wandered through the couch section, examining each one, trying to figure out which would look best in your space.

Then, a deep and low voice from beside you interrupted your thoughts. “New couch?”

You turned to look and were met with a tall, handsome man, his hood on. There was something mysterious and unsettling about him; even as he offered a small smile, it left you feeling uneasy.

“Yeah, I wanted something new,” you replied, keeping your voice calm and kind.

“That’s a shame. The brown one is great.”

His words made you freeze; your chuckle died in your throat as your brows furrowed in confusion. The realization hit you hard, making your blood run cold.

How did he know your couch was brown and great?