"Hello, is anyone home?"

*Names have been changed to protect the guilty

Bertha* sped home all "chatty Kathy" on the phone with her friend Gertrude*.
It had been a few weeks since the two spoke, so there was a lot to catch up on.

Once home and in her usual spot, Bertha jumped off of her 2008 Vulcan 900 Custom Cruiser,

grabbed her bag and danced up the stairs while listening to Gertrude's words of wisdom.

Upon unlocking her front door Bertha was shocked to find her living room light was glaring brightly in her (hopefully) empty apartment.

Given that the week prior, Bertha had received notice of a break-in/robbery in the apartment building just next door, she was hesitant to run bounding into the room just asking to be attacked.

So with Gertrude still on the line, Bertha headed straight for the bathroom..."A-ha! I've got you!" nope, no one hiding in the shower. Next...to the bedroom, everything looked normal, and Bertha thought "if there was an intruder, they could have at least picked up a little, what a mess!"

Gertrude, in all her brilliance suggests that maybe the apartment complex came to change out the filter. A quick check reveals to Bertha that no, indeed there is no new filter in the unit, but even worse, there needed to be. Gross!

*thud*

“What was that?”

Patio, clear. And the door was even still locked.
Coat closet, too challenging to hide in there - you would have to move the vacuum. And in that case, Bertha thought "...then please go ahead and vacuum the rug."

Laundry closet..."ha, as if someone would be stupid enough to hide in here! Oh, I need to throw in that load of darks!"

Calming down a bit Bertha finished her chat with Gertrude and after goodbye's she sat in silence until...

*click...*click*click*click*
"Is that Morse Code?"
Again...*click*...*click*click*click*

"What is that?"

Must be the ghost of renters past telling Bertha she needed to get the heck out of Dodge!
Too bad Bertha is just sick & tired of moving!

Did someone come to Bertha's house and leave the light on?