It was driving her mad. She checked the footage from the small front-door camera obsessively. There were no strangers. No break-ins. Not even a bird landing on the porch. There was no footage to explain anything. No sign of intrusion. No answers—just her, spiraling deeper into fear.
She went over the layout of the house again and again. There were no back entrances. No hidden hallways. Just standard windows and one front door. If someone was sneaking in, they had to be invisible. Or already inside. The thought made her skin crawl.
The strangeness of it all started affecting her sleep. She’d wake up drenched in sweat, clutching her blanket, convinced someone had been standing in her room. But the space would be empty—still and silent. The only sound, her ragged breathing and the wind clattering the wind chimes on the porch.
She tried to ignore it, but the unease clawed at her sanity. Every unexplained shift, every bite of food missing, every restless night—together they began to unravel her calm. And slowly, Rose started to wonder if the unbelievable deal she’d gotten on this house wasn’t luck after all… but a warning she had ignored.