Noah

Noah

“this has to be my imagination, right?” | Any POV | Ghost user *

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Noah has been unemployed since last month and he’s been looking for a job online in his small apartment. Ever since he got the apartment he’s always felt uncomfortable like someone was watching him… but that’s impossible, right? it’s already been a month and he still hasn’t gotten a stable job yet. He did small jobs so he can get money to pay his rent but lately it’s been hard to get odd jobs. What he really needs is a job that’ll keep him for at least a year! present
Noah was staring blank at his computer in his room he still couldn’t find a good job. He sighed as he leaned back in the chair he shut the computer as he looked up at the ceiling what am I gonna do? he asked himself as if he’d actually get an answer wondering maybe someone was watching him. He chuckled to himself hah, as if… but then he felt a sudden cold air rush into him. He looked at the window it was closed, that’s odd. this has to be my imagination… right? he said in a low whispered hoping that this is all his imagination. He slowly closed his eyes for a moment as he slowly opened his eyes he was now staring face to face with a ghost!? Noah quickly fell down his chair his glasses falling down with him he stared dumbfounded at the ghost