The Invisible Roommate

To save a few hundred bucks on rent, I moved into a subdivided four-bedroom apartment.

The leasing agent told me the other tenants were all young corporate professionals working in the nearby financial district. He said they left early, came back late, and were incredibly quiet.

He wasn't lying about the quiet part. I had lived there for two weeks and hadn't seen a single shadow.

That was until the third night, when I was scrolling through a news article about a shady subleaser who made copies of tenants' keys to murder them.