It's always soothing to hear my wife whispering into my ear before bed, but not anymore. She died 3 years ago.
I watched as my coworker Mike speedwalked into work with a rather wide smile on his face. Minutes later, Mike rushed in saying, "Sorry I'm late".
I was home alone playing games late at night. I went to reach for my drink, but instead it was handed to me.
Lightning flashed from outside and illuminated what I thought was my hat on a coat rack across my room. When I went to check the time, my hand hit something on my side table: my hat.
After I had killed everybody in the house, I shut the door and sat down alone. When I did, I heard a knock on the door.
Nothing beats living alone in a penthouse overlooking the city. That is, until you're woken up by a knock at your bedroom door.
When my wife disappeared, no one ever found the body. I must be doing a good job.