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Tuesday came and went like any other day. You'd think that I went around crying and foretelling to everyone at work about my tragic incident, and the loss of my dear roommate? Well I didn't.

Supernatural things like that wasn't so easy to say out loud. If one was not careful, the psychiatric home would become theirs more instant than they could imagine, and what good would that for me?

Time was rather fast. I paid less attention to the annoying customers that stopped by, that my boss would have noticed. For my own good, he was absent that day. Other coworkers did ask if I was alright.

Well, was I alright?

Soon, night time came, and I was home. Back to the place that didn't feel like home anymore. I'd lost whatever comfort I used to enjoy. Now my home was a house of horror. What bothered me the most was not how alone I now felt without my roommate. Rather, it was about my evil twin. I'd try to tell myself that it had just been a nightmare. But as my eyes glanced past what used to be a