I couldn't feel the prescence at all after I left the laundromat. Unless of course, someone knew where I lived. Frightened, I hurried over to my kitchen area, grabbing a large kitchen knife, breathing heavily. Someone was in the room with me, but it dawned on me that I was the only person who had access to my flat, aside from my landlord - who was obnoxiously loud - but it couldn't possibly be him. I slowly made my way around the room, directing myself to an area where the prescence was most prominent: near my washing machine.
"Show yourself!" I snarled, expecting someone to be hiding behind the washer. "I'm armed and extremely dangerous with this tool of mine, so unless you want to be impaled at least a dozen times, I suggest you come out, right now!"
But there was no response. I felt kinda silly when I realized I was shouting at my washing machine, when there was no plausible way a human being could fit behind it. The prescence eventually disappeared, so I returned the knife to its holder, shaking my sleepy head as I made my way to the couch. Oddly enough, the remote wasn't where I thought I had left it. But at this point, I was too tired