After a few drinks at the bar, you're a little tipsy as you call another cab to drive you home. Finally back at your downtown apartment you open the door and kick off your shoes, go to the fridge to get a bottle of water to prevent a later hangover, then plop onto the couch and turn on the TV. The news drones on as you slowly dose off on the couch. (a few minutes later) You wake up not knowing how much time has passed, feeling sweaty from sleeping in your dress and on the couch you decided to take a bath. Walking back and forth from your room to the bathroom with bathing supplies you notice a commercial on, it's a new Ghostbusters commerical.

"Every week, there is a new one of these." You sigh.

(insert fake commercial...have a little reader creativity here)

You watch every new commercial they put out, and memorize them so well cause of their simplicity and humor. After watching said commercial you transport the last of your bath supplies into the bathroom and strip, slowly lowering yourself into the tub with a sigh of relaxation. Washing your hair takes (insert time limit here), now soaking to relax a bit. Closing your eyes and blwing bubbles in the soapy water, you hear a "SLAM"! Sitting up in shock pulling some leftover bubble foam to cover yourself you call out, "Hello? Is someone there?!"

No answer.

Now hearing sounds coming from your room, moving sounds, drawers opening and closing you quickly wash your body, put on a towel and a robe over that, you slowly open the bathroom door to see your bedroom door wide open. Jumping out and yelling "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Thinking someone will run out scared, like a robber. All of a sudden, you freeze seeing nothing but a flash of movement out the front door. Running to your room, you grab your cellphone, sit on your bed and call your mom out of shock.

*phone ringing* "Pick up, pick up." You say shaking.

*reciever connnects* "Hello, (insert name) how are you, you sound shaken up?" She sounds worried.

"Yes, mom, I think there was someone in my apartment." Still shaking.

"What?! Are you ok?" She says shocked.

"I'm ok, but scared out of my wits." Looking around your room to see if anything was taken...not a thing was out of place.

"Did you call the police?" She asks concerningly.

"No, but the thing is mom. The person opened my bedroom door, but not the front door when I saw them run out." You admit.

"Really? That sounds strange." She questions.

"Yeah, they moved so fast I hardly saw anything but a black mass." You replied.

"Huh, is anything missing?" She asks.

"No, but I was earlier this evening at the bar."

"Are you sure it wasn't just your drunk imagination?" She giggled but still sounded concerned.

"I'm sure mom, it seemed...spooky." You added.

"So what are you going to do?" She asked.

"Well, seeing as the person seemed 'spooky', I could call those Ghostbuster guys I saw a commercial about earlier." You chime up.

"Are you sure, they might not find anything?" She reassures.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Plus, my friend said the college they were at has a course I need to get my dream job. So they might be able to give me some pointers." You include.

"Ok dear, just please be careful. Let me know if they find anything, ok?" She adds.

"Ok mom, I will. Goodnight, sleep well." You tell her.

"Goodnight, love you too." She ends the call with a click on her end.

*hangs up*

Still a bit terrified from the nights events, you decide the next day you'll go to the Ghostbusters office to see what they can do, then afterwards you'll go to Columbia U. for an application paper. Slowly after planning the next days events you drift off to sleep.