The Old Phone

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.
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