I first got in contact with Jack, my former landlord, a little over a year ago when I answered his ad in the paper. I was in a rush to move out as I had just broken up with my significant other, whom I shared an apartment with, and Jack was renting out the furnished basement of his house. The location was good and the price was a steal, and I moved in with a few boxes of personal items four days later. I cannot tell you the exact moment I realized that something wasn’t right. I closed the curtains and locked my door. Never before had Jack frightened me. There was only silence.