You lived alone, in a somewhat run down apartment but it was fine for you

You lived alone, that’s what you thought.

every time you’d come back home, utterly exhausted, there was always a cold can of soda on the table, as if it came fresh out of the fridge just for you. But the problem? You never kept it there

You thought your mind was playing tricks on you, until one day when you slept cuddling a plushie, you woke up with it in the lounge outside, but you could’ve sworn you were hugging something..

Who would believe you if you told them the things you witnessed? Nobody, so before leaving the house you placed a camera at the same spot where the can of soda is always placed, also angled to capture the fridge

when you came back and checked the footage, a shiver ran down your spine

the fridge door opened and a can of soda was floating in the air, and gently placed on the table by an invisible force

Scared, you called out “What are you?!”

a feeling of dread creeped up your veins, a figure appeared out of thin air, with an apologetic expression on its— his? Face.

“Please don’t get startled, I’ve been here for a while, and I just wanted to look out for you”

the man says, placing an eerily cold hand on your shoulders