I have always loved gadgets. I feel satisfaction whenever I get to own the latest ones. Unfortunately for me, I don't earn that much so I can't really afford keeping up with the latest tech. The rent alone for my miniscule apartment is burden enough for me that I've considered getting a roommate to share my expenses with. However, being paranoid and untrusting of other people, I just chose not to. I just decided to start looking for a higher-paying job instead. Besides, living alone has its perks - I don't really need to clean up after myself and I can just leave my precious gadgets lying around.
Ever since I've looked for new job opportunities, I've always had my phone out so that I wouldn't miss any of the calls from my possible employers. It turns out that that wasn't a very good idea. I didn't know when it exactly happened, but all of a sudden, I just didn't have my phone anymore. I'm not sure if it got stolen or if I misplaced it but I'm sure that it's no longer with me. I spent a whole day trying to track it down but to no avail.
The timing just couldn't be any better. I really needed a replacement phone as soon as possible. Of course, being a tech junkie, I didn't want to settle for just any phone... I wanted the latest and the greatest. Since this is an unplanned purchase and I really don't have enough money to spare, I've decided to get a pre-owned top-of-the-line unit. Luck wasn't always against me because it was timely that such a phone was being sold online at a really cheap price. Dirt cheap. I scheduled an appointment with the seller to check the condition of the unit as soon as I could. The guy who was selling it looked really shady but since he had all the proof needed to verify that the phone wasn't illegally acquired, I struck a deal with him right then and there. It didn't matter that the unit was being sold for a suspiciously low price; what mattered was that it was cheap and everything’s seemed to be working properly.
I went home happy that day. And I've been happily tinkering with the phone every chance I got. I always have it by my side whenever I slept, using it until I'm too sleepy to hold it up to my face. But all of that changed the other day.
I was trying to pull out all of the pictures that I've saved on the phone so that I can back them up to my computer. While doing so, I noticed something weird. At certain intervals, there would be dark photos inserted within my photo stream. There were at least five of them, taken on different days. When I encountered them before on my phone's screen, I've always thought that they were just "accidentally-clicked" photos of the insides of my pocket. However, after lining the photos up and making a few adjustments on my computer, I realized that those were photos of my room - my bed actually... with me still sleeping on it!
All the hair at the back of my neck stood on its roots. I jumped off of my chair and I quickly turned all the lights on for I was really spooked. From a distance, I took a glance at the photos and noticed that all of the pictures were taken from a single perspective. It was angled in a way that it seemed to have been taken from one corner of my room.
I didn't know what I was thinking of - maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe I was just trying to look for a logical explanation - but I decided to check if it was indeed my bed. I took the phone and went to the exact spot where I believe the picture was taken from. There was a chair at that corner of my room. It would seem as if the picture was taken by someone who was sitting down on it. And so I sat down, held my phone up and switched the camera on to check if that was indeed the exact spot. Just before the camera loaded, the lights on my room flickered. Freaked out, I dropped my phone and ran the hell out of there.
I haven't gone back since.
If you know me and you are trying to reach me through my phone, I suggest you stop. Someone, or something, might pick up.
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