I just had to go and choose the cheapest apartment, the only one in the basement. The lack of windows down here makes day and night seem to slip by seamlessly. I havent been out in a few days because Ive been working on this programming project so intensively. I suppose I just wanted to get it done. Hours of sitting and staring at a monitor can make anyone feel strange, I know, but I dont think thats it.
Im not sure when I first started to feel like something was odd. I cant even define what it is. Maybe I just havent talked to anyone in awhile. Thats the first thing that crept up on me. Everyone I normally talk to online while I program has been idle, or theyve simply not logged on at all. My instant messages go unanswered. The last e-mail I got from anybody was a friend saying hed talk to me when he got back from the store, and that was yesterday. Id call with my cell phone, but receptions terrible down here. Yeah, thats it. I just need to call someone. Im going to go outside.
Huh. This should totally be the beginning of a creepypasta.
Iamamongyou posted...
Well, that didnt work so well. As the tingle of fear fades, Im feeling a little ridiculous for being scared at all. I looked in the mirror before I went out, but I didnt shave the two-day stubble Ive grown. I figured I was just going out for a quick cell phone call. I did change my shirt, though, because it was lunchtime, and I guessed that Id run into at least one person I knew. That didnt end up happening. I wish it did.
When I went out, I opened the door to my small apartment slowly. A small feeling of apprehension had somehow already lodged itself in me, for some indefinable reason. I chalked it up to having not spoken to anyone but myself for a day or two. I peered down the dingy grey hallway, made dingier by the fact that it was a basement hallway. On one end, a large metal door led to the buildings furnace room. It was locked, of course. Two dreary soda machines stood by it; I bought a soda from one the first day I moved in, but it had a two year old expiration date. Im fairly sure nobody knows those machines are even down here, or my cheap landlady just doesnt care to get them restocked.