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Enjoy the show. And the I first want to preface a story by saying that I am someone who does suffer from an overactive imagination.

I tend to see things that are not there,

and can sometimes be sensitive to certain noises.

I think that this is due to me having Asperger's and I guess I just move on but this story

was entirely different.

I live on the top floor of an apartment that I rent from my family by myself.

It's nice to receive the independence that I yearned for and it helped me to come out of my shell

by getting back into exercising, cooking much more, and genuinely going about my day

with a wider and happier stride.

I've always loved horror movies and tabletop games, and though I am a self-professed coward, I tend to make a good impression with people that

I meet thanks to years of growing therapy and helping me find myself.

I moved into this apartment in the winter of 2017.

And when I was moving in, I noticed that the apartment opposite of me was empty.

I spoke to my parents who said that they never saw who used to live there

but whoever it was soon moved out and were never seen again only to be visited by bailiffs which have since stopped. The place had already

made me uncomfortable when I had to face away from that door to unlock mine. The lock on my door was broken for a while

meaning that I had to be very specific with how I unlocked it or the key would end up

getting jammed. I would always feel eyes burning at the back of my neck,

looking behind me only to see that same white door,

my eyes leading up to the people.

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