I was almost into a deep sleep when I heard a horrible sound over the music playing in my earphones.

Something heavy had dropped.

I laid frozen. My heart racing.

My first thought was? It was Daisy. She wasn’t feeling well this weekend.

I got out of bed. I went to investigate. I Searched for Daisy. She wasn’t in the apartment.

She was safe. My unease settled a little.

But what made that noise?

My collection of headphones were neatly hung on the wall in the living room. (Hung High so Daisy couldn’t play with the cords.) All except one.

One headphone was on the floor. The hook still attached to the wall.

I’m not going to say anything about paranormal. There’s a more plausible explanation! The building shifting. Heat expansion in the walls.

Who knows. Anything sounds better than my paranoia.

♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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