Quarantine (a short story)

I wrote this the other night at 3am after quarantine had driven me to take a few swigs of Absolut and hack away at the keyboard. Enjoy.

I was all alone in the house when I heard the first voice.

“Hey,” it whispered from the corner of the living room. It was neither male nor female, but just a generic whisper in the creepiest sense. “What’s your name?”

“Who’s there?” I asked. “Why are you home, Jeremy?” I called out, not taking my eyes up from the pages of my book. But my roommate was not home. No one was. Just me and the voice.