“Did you see that?!” he shouted. He jumped up from his seat and cowered.
I glared at him, annoyed, “Dude, stop being a little bitch. There’s nothing over there.”
Daniel grabbed the first thing in reach—his wallet—and flung it at the corner of the room, “Fuck you, there’s something following me. It’s been following me for a week now!”
I swear, this idiot it going to be the death of me. I walked over to the corner to pick up his wallet before he forgot it. When I reached for it, the wallet started moving on its own.
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