If That's Not Me Moving In, Who Is?

Synopsis

My downstairs neighbor reported me for disturbing the peace late at night. I laughed it off coldly and told the property manager that I hadn't set foot in that apartment for three months, so there couldn't possibly be any noise coming from it. They pulled the security footage and found that every night at ten, the lights in my unit came on without fail, and at two in the morning, they went off again. The police eventually forced the door open. The place was empty, with no sign of anyone, but the sofa in the living room had been moved to a different spot every single day. And the person on the tape, the one walking into my apartment night after night, had my exact silhouette, my exact build, and my exact way of moving.