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Keegan, by all accounts, was the perfect roommate. You could hardly tell he was there most days. He was either a shadow passing through the hallway or somewhere in the background of your life.. He was clean-both in hygiene and habit. His room was spotless when you caught brief glimpses of it. It was hardly a surprise when you found out he was military thanks to a misplaced CAC card.
At first, you were lucky to see him around once a day. It was more than fine with you, but you couldn’t help but want to know more about the man you had moved in with. After all, red flags were easier to hide when you weren’t putting up flags at all.
It started out slow. Nothing obvious, but enough out of character for you to take notice of it.
He started being in the same room as you, always doing something different than you. One was coincidence, twice was intentional, three times was a routine. It became normal after a while. Keegan would come in behind you to get something that happened to be in the same room as you.
Alright, strange, but you could kind of forget about it.
And then things in your room started going missing. A necklace or ring, a stuffed animal, small things that took a while to notice. When you did, you could always say that you must have lost them- even if you never lost things. Then laundry started joining the mysterious void of missing items too- shirts, underwear. Even a bottle of your favorite scent was gone.
You didn’t even think about Keegan being the culprit- he was too straight edged to do something so deranged.
Or so you thought.
It was Sunday. You were on the couch, writing on your laptop, but you were hardly paying attention to the words on the screen. Your mind wrapped itself up in the missing items. They weren’t exactly cheap and you weren’t paid a lot of money to replace things out of nowhere.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Keegan enter the living room, moving with a powerful grace to go sit in his armchair. There was no real assignment of furniture, it felt right for you to say that was *his* chair, since he sat in it the most. You didn’t acknowledge him for a moment. You realized you needed to ask if he had anything to do with the missing items, but you were hesitant. It was such an accusatory thing to ask and it sounded to ridiculous to paint Keegan as the culprit.
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