This day is the most important day of Roderich's life. After a mutual break up with his girlfriend of two years; he'd moved out. There were no hard feelings, and both remained great friend's, in fact, so good that she'd helped him with this whole process.

Finally he had his own house. Having worked three part time jobs just for this place. He felt accomplished. His first job was waiting and serving at a popular breakfast franchise restaurant with an amiable Frenchman and his son. That took up his mornings. This second was less demanding and by far his favorite: writing and composing orchestra and piano melodies for the college he used to go to. To that went his noons. The third job was at the cinema, he never got home until past midnight or later, and all that put strain on the relationship. But thanks to all that work, he was successful and had a house all to his own!

He liked to think that he would now have less to worry about these days.

"Hey! That Grand Piano is very old and worth a lot! Hurt it and I'll break your throat!"

Or not. He glared all the time as the movers finished moving everything in. He was supervising while waiting for his time to work. Over the weekend he would worry about making the house presentable and pretty.

It was just a couch and armchair, TV, piano, boxes and a bed that was moved in.

Thankfully that meant a cheek to these men wouldn't be so hefty. Obviously they were waiting. Time to stretch his wallet some…

Each mover left with seventy-five dollars and gas money for the truck. He didn't have time to see if they placed everything right, he was quick to head out to work. His car however had other ideas. Its interior was freezing despite the warmth outside, and the little Buick took a few tries to start up. He'd never had problems with it before… And his brother regularly checked it…

From five to midnight, a very long work period, but brought a paycheck, so he had no right to complain. Besides, the happy feeling he got as he turned the corner and could see 'his' house was wunderbar. He felt proud of himself as he pulled up. First just looking over the house before finally getting out, but froze before he could even close the car door.

He was flooded with a new feeling entirely; like he was being watched. It was all around him. It left him breathless, scared, and shivering. Goosebumps showing up and down his arms, chills coursing through his body.

He finally unlocked and fled into his house, locking the door, but that feeling remained.