Jake looked around and sighed in content at his new house. It wasn't anything grandiose; just a one-story house big enough for a man and his two dogs. Maybe even another person to share the house with, someday...
He watched down the street as the moving van pulled up. He and the movers chatted for a little while, then got down to work. Boxes were everywhere in what would soon be Jake's living room, and some were even in his soon-to-be bedroom.
Once all the moving was done, Jake sat down and looked around the room in which he was sitting: the bedroom.
All of a sudden, Jake thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.
It's nothing; probably just Trixy or Ernie running around, getting used to the place. Jake thought.
He started unpacking and even took the time to hang up some of his old guitars in his bedroom.
Jake was an aspiring guitar player. All his life, he wanted to be in a rock band, but never got the opportunity. He played guitar as a hobby, and was very skilled. He also collected guitars; he had about eight that he proudly hung up.
After he decided that being a famous guitar player just wouldn't work out, Jake accepted his fate and became a personal trainer at the local gym. He got a decent amount of money, and was finally able to move out of an apartment and into a house.
Ernie started barking at something, causing Jake to stop what he was doing and investigate.
"What are you barking at? There's nothing there!" Jake said. Ernie's eyes were still fixated on the space next to Jake. His eyes moved around the room, seeming to follow a moving object.
He's just not used to it yet. Jake thought. He sighed as his other dog, Trixy, also started to bark at nothing.
"Will you two please shut up?" Jake asked, rolling his eyes and continuing with the unpacking. About five hours later, everything was unpacked, and Jake was officially moved into his new home.
Trixy and Ernie were still very uncomfortable, and Jake had a strange feeling as if he was being watched.