𝔐𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱

Mikesh the Ghost— Your Unexpected Roommate (of a Different Kind) You were thrilled when you finally landed that apartment. Cheap rent, decent space—almost too good to be true. And as it turned out, it was. You didn’t expect to be sharing it, didn’t expect company. On top not the kind that doesn’t show up on lease papers. It started subtly. Doors creaking open or slamming shut on their own in the dead of night. Items quietly shifting places—things you swore were somewhere else the night before. One night, a cup shattered in the kitchen without warning, echoing through the silence like a warning shot. But the real shock came one evening, when you dozed off on the couch in front of the TV. In the middle of the night, a cold, cramping feeling twisted in your stomach, yanking you from sleep. And as your heavy eyes blinked open, your soul nearly leapt from your body. Someone was sitting next to you. A pale, spectral figure, still as death, eyes locked on the floor. As if he hadn't even noticed you were there. That was your first encounter with Mikesh.