I started sharing a house with a good friend from university.
At first, everyone lived together in harmony, but then one or two people started coming home late, and before long no one came home because they got bored, and it was just me and that guy.
I didn’t actually know him very well, he was brought to me by the first guy who stopped coming back.
He sometimes annoys me by stepping through the common area with his muddy bare feet for some reason.
On some nights, he would leave around midnight and return before dawn. There were a number of such days.
To find out where he was going, and to spite him for muddying the house, I put the tracking device in his clothes pocket and chased him with my mobile phone.
If he goes down a narrow path, as if daring to choose it, he scampers back and forth through the cemetery. It’s a night walk in an odd place.
He remained there for a while, but as dawn was approaching, he seemed to be heading home.
But he should have arrived home, but he didn’t come into the room. That’s strange. I looked out the window and saw him staring at me with a red mouth.
I saw something I shouldn’t have seen and looked away.
I hear a clunk, clunk, clunk up the stairs.