There’s a ghost in my apartment and she likes me. It’s complicated

I’d already gone over the messages a hundred times, and looking back I should have been wiser to what was happening behind my back. My so-called best friend had been showing up more frequently, and all the times he’d just happen to be wherever we were. Jesse—and him—had been sleeping together behind my back for about three months before I’d walked in on them in our apartment—the apartment I’d been paying for. It didn’t hurt any less when they’d confessed their love for each other. It was painful alright, more painful considering I was thinking of proposing to her. The bitch.

Sorry to set the scene so abruptly but this was pretty much the start of everything to this point. I’d ended up moving out while Derek, my old chum, was moving in. I’d ended up desperately looking for a one-bedroom apartment in the city, away from the two of them. Money was never an issue but I needed to find somewhere fast. The last place I’d been in looked like I had to split the rent with the termites, and the one before that was a modest one-bedroom which had only had one heroin addict overdose in it. Eventually I’d been shown 14B Brookmere. I felt blessed.