The fog was heavy as I walked from the science building to my private room in the administration building. It was thick and moist which made it hard to see my way.
As I approached the admin building, I could hear water dripping from the condensation that gathered on the windows and fell on the window combing.
Unclipping the key ring from my belt loop, I found the key to the door. Sliding the key into the slot made a metallic clicking sound barely noticeable.
As I opened the door I felt as if I was being watched. It was a feeling that I’ve had before. For some unknown reason, the foggy nights always made me nervous. But I shrugged it off thinking that it was just my imagination.
I went inside and turned to shut the door. As I made my way to my small kitchenette, I could smell ozone. As if an electric circuit was being heated. I looked in the kitchen and saw nothing burning. My coffee maker was not on. Sometimes I forget to turn it off but it was off and cold. I looked at the small stove and it was not on. The toaster, hot plate and heater were all ok.
But I could still smell the ozone. And the smell was getting...