Taylor had just moved into her new place. It wasn't big, but it was close to both school and weekend job, and it had a spectacular view over the park. And a kitchen where you could actually prepare a meal. And an elevator. So she liked it. The neighbors seemed nice too. At least nice enough to say hello when they saw her moving in.
Two male friends of hers helped her carry the heavy stuff, and late that Sunday afternoon she had boxes all over the flat, and after a pizza together the friends left her. In the evening she had got the furniture where she wanted it and had unpacked enough to survive the next day. And she was tired, so she went to bed and fell asleep directly.
Next morning she didn't really know where she was when she woke up. But then she remembered. She is in her new apartment. So she got up, found some clothes and got dressed. But when she took the old clothes to put them in the laundry bag, one of the socks was wet!
Not the whole sock, but down at the toes and half the foot is soaking wet. And. When you smell at it. It is cum! Had some guy been in her room and jerked off in her sock?! She checked the door. Locked. And the windows. Locked. And besides it's on fourth floor! You would need a looooong ladder. She put the clothes in the laundry after smelling that sock one more time.
She had some breakfast and then she went to school. In school, she started getting second thoughts, Maybe she just tripped in some water yesterday and forgot about it. Or in something she spilled on the floor. And that smell of cum? Probably just wishful thinking.
When she came home, she went directly to the laundry and picked up that sock. It's stiff and hard now. And it smells something. Like cum? Naaah. Not really. It's probably just all in her head. She did have a stressful time lately, with moving and all that.
But when she went to bed that night, she did check that her socks are dry, and she noticed exactly how she put them. Close beside each other, but not touching each other. She also piled up two chairs against the bedroom door, just to be sure. She looked at the chairs before she fell asleep. No one will be able to open that door without waking her up.
But still. The first thing she did when she woke up was looking at those chairs. They are exactly the same. Then she looked at the socks. They had been moved! One is now laying on top of the other! Her hand is shaking a bit when she let her fingers touch the top sock. It is wet. She pulled her hand back, smelled her fingers, and she recognized the distinct smell of cum.
She quickly put new clothes on. Then she searched the closet for any hidden door. Then the rest of that wall, as that is the wall bordering to the neighbor. But then she remembered seeing that neighbor when she moved in. It is a girl in her thirties. But maybe she has a kinky boyfriend? Taylor skipped breakfast that day. She wasn't hungry, and all that investigation took too long time.
When she came home, she saw the neighbor opening her door just as she put the key into her door. She said hey and started talking a bit. No, the neighbor is single and isn't really looking for anything at the moment.
"Unless you know someone, haha?"
Then she started talking about the guy living in the flat before Taylor.
"He was a really good-looking guy. Around 25. But he was a bit weird. They say he liked to look at young girls when they didn't know if you know what I mean. While playing with himself. I talked to his brother once, and he said he most likely was a virgin. He hung himself in his bedroom, just a month ago. Poor guy. Oh, sorry, didn't mean to frighten you. Didn't realize that it's your bedroom now."
Taylor mumbled something about "I need to...", and went inside. That story had frightened her. A lot. Not that she believes in ghosts, but still. Later that night she phoned a friend she knows is a bit into mysterious things. She didn't tell him everything. Just that she thinks objects are being moved during the night, and that the previous tenant had killed himself in her bedroom. He gets interested, and he comes fifteen minutes later with a webcam that he installs in the bedroom and connects to her laptop.
"Now, this camera will start recording as soon as anything moves in the room. Including if you move in your sleep. If this is a mouse or you sleepwalking or something else in the real world it will show, and then you will know. If it's something not from this world, it will not react, and then we need to do other investigations. OK?"
No, she's not OK. A mouse does not jerk off in someones sock. And it sure wasn't her. But finally she falls asleep anyway. She woke up a lot of times during the night. Every time looking towards the socks. And when she once again woke up at 4:27, one sock had been moved. She looked in the rest of the room, but it's empty. Her hands shook when she went to the laptop.
There has been a lot of recordings during the night. She must have moved a lot in her sleep. She opened the one started 4:19, but that's just her moving around. The socks are already altered there. The one started 4:03 makes her absolutely cold. It is started from her moving, but there is a guy standing next to the bed. Naked, but with a sock on his cock.
He is looking at her while he is jerking off. It is ending 4:07 even though the guy is moving, he just leaned over her like he is trying to see her tits. The recording before that was started 3:44 and in that the socks are not moved. He has both entered and left the room without starting the camera. The only video she had with that guy in it was started by her moving in bed. She didn't sleep anything more that night.
