Day 379

A hand was gently rubbing your shoulder as you sat shivering under the sheets.
You thought the flat was empty, the old man had died several months ago so who was here?
Sure you should't be here but the lure of potentially free furniture was too great to resist.

The lock was easy enough to pick - pensioners tended to all use similar Yale locks.
Everything was still in place it seemed, fully furnished and waiting to be emptied.
You figured that eight months was long enough for relatives to come and go.

Seeing as nobody had come and gone (except to take the old duffer's body and forensic the place)
you could only assume that everything here was free for grabs.
As you got stuck into your rummaging through the sheet covered kitchen you heard the door slam.

You could have sworn you shut it behind you, maybe you forgot?
Peering past the kitchen door, wary for authorities (what if someone had seen you?) you saw a
figure wearing some kind of black sheet over their heads.

Figuring it was some teen wanting to scare you, you walked over and yanked the sheet off.
There was nothing underneath, the sheet tumbled to the floor.
Shakily stepping back the sheet began to rise before your eyes, forming a figure once more.

At this point you ran for the nearest room and shut it behind you, leaping under the sheet covered
armchair, it was baggy enough to hide you... you hoped.
Whatever it was, it began to bang on the door and rattle the handle.

It had managed to open the front door just fine - it was taunting you, it knew where you where.
Everything fell silent, you held your breath and hoped it had gone away.
Then you felt a hand, gently rubbing your shoulder as you sat shivering under the sheets.