While I was having lunch that day, I realize I didn’t get to see what was on his laptop screen. But why was I so curious anyway? I mean, the white noise might’ve been happening because he was watching some livestream or something and at some point he fell asleep and… No, that doesn’t make any sense. Why did I bother anyway? He is a grown man just doing his thing… whatever it is.

But I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Out of place. Something didn't feel right and that disturbed me a little.

So I decided to test it out.

I didn’t like the idea of spying on him, but I couldn’t deny I was worried for the guy.

When I got home that evening, he wasn’t in the living room anymore. And by the look of things, he might be in his room sleeping. It was deadly quiet, that place.

No lights on, anywhere.

I shrugged and dragged myself upstairs, along with a makeshift cheese sandwich.

And then I heard it.