Spooktober 2. Clint & Ghost
Clint went and moved into his own apartment. Things were going well the first few weeks. But weird things started to happen. He would see shadows in the corner of his eyes. Things would be moved. He swore he put his keys on the rack but they ended up on the table in front of the couch. Or the pan on the stove. For it to end up in the sink. But he kind of brushed it off. That was until things started to get worse. Things were moving more often. He would turn and his keys would be somewhere else. His wallet would end up halfway across the house. His phone he found in the kitchen cabinet. He was freaked out. But he didn't think it could get worse. But he was wrong.
He came back from work and all the stuff in the front room was gone. He was about to find the burglar. When it all fell from the ceiling. The dishes flew out of the cabinets. The electronics and lights were turning off and on. The hair products splattered. His clothes were flying all around his room.
"Ah, hell naaaaah" Clint grabbed his bag and grabbed his clothes scattered across the room. Grabbed his toothbrush and packed his shit. Then he left.