It was time to move I wasn’t very excited about that but the time had come. I lived alone in a small apartment, I had had this apartment since I turned nineteen. Gazing around the empty living room and kitchen, I turned and grabbed the last of the boxes behind me. The tape on one looked like it was going to come off by itself. I turned back and set the box on the kitchen counter, then left and came back to see the box had opened. Reaching in the box, I pulled out a phone. I turned it on. It worked. I pushed myself up onto the kitchen counter and began scrolling through it. It seemed to be one of my old phones, so I went to see some of my old photos. As I tapped on the photos app, I froze. The pictures were of someone else. The last picture taken was of a girl with wolf ears on her head with a dark haired boy with his arm around a blonde girl at a party. Was this a joke? Did my friends steal my old phone then photoshop a bunch of pictures of random people? I went farther and found a few videos of the same people. I found out a little later that the girl with the wolf ears was Maddy, the dark haired boy was James, and the blonde girl was Summer. But I still didn’t believe the videos were real. People don’t have wolf ears! And there was no way that someone else’s phone had gotten into my apartment. I set the phone back in the box, put more tape on, picked it up, and turned away. But what I didn’t notice was a shadowy figure standing in the center of the living room.