I didn’t want to freak my sister out by saying I disagreed with her, but I did. Even if she opened my bedroom window earlier, there was no way the wind could knock my stuff off the board, desk, and shelf like that. Some of the notes and photos could’ve blown off, sure, but the heavy textbooks?
No way.
Even though the whole thing made no sense, and there was no real evidence apart from the mess, I was sure I was right about there being an intrusion this evening. There was no point worrying Sascha, though. The locks were getting changed soon, so even if some random creep had access to our place via stolen keys, they wouldn’t in a few short hours.
Sascha went into her own room to grab a coat while I knelt on the floor to pick up my scattered books and notes. My nose wrinkled only seconds later, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
There was something in the air here; a note of fragrance so faint that I couldn’t identify it. I couldn’t even tell if it was a man’s cologne or a woman’s perfume, only that there was a vague scent in the air. A scent which wasn’t my own.
My face went hot as something twisted and squeezed in my chest. Even though it still seemed so strange and improbable, I knew it was true.
A stranger was in my room tonight.