My Time-Traveling Savior
During my senior year of high school, I moved into an old house just to save money.
Something about the place felt off.
At first, it was just things I casually put down disappearing without a trace.
Then, random objects that didn't belong to me started appearing around the house.
One night, I finished my homework and was about to go to sleep when a girl's tank top suddenly fell from the ceiling.
I froze for several seconds.
Just as I was about to throw it away, I heard someone cursing out of nowhere.
"Who's there? Darn it! What kind of creep steals a tank top?"