It started with small things. So small, in fact, that I almost laughed at myself for noticing.
A set of keys I was certain I’d left on the kitchen counter turned up on the coffee table. A cabinet door I always closed stood slightly ajar. My phone charger, which I habitually wrapped neatly, lay loosely coiled like someone else had handled it. Each incident had an explanation—at least, that’s what I told myself.
I was tired. Work had been relentless. Stress has a way of bending memory, blurring routines until certainty feels fragile. I convinced myself I was misremembering. That I’d moved the chair. That I’d left the cabinet open. That the fog on the bathroom mirror had simply lingered longer than usual.
But then came the noises.
They began just after midnight most nights. Subtle at first—creaks stretching across the hallway floorboards. Slow. Measured. Not the erratic settling of a house cooling after sunset. These sounds had rhythm. Intention. Like footsteps trying very hard not to sound like footsteps.
Sometimes they came from the attic. Other times from the laundry room. One night, I woke to the distinct sound of the refrigerator door opening… and then closing.
I shot out of bed, heart slamming against my ribs, and ran into the kitchen.
Nothing.
No light. No movement. Everything exactly as it should be.
That was the moment unease turned into fear.
I considered calling a friend, but I could already hear how it would sound. “I think someone’s living in my attic.” Or worse, “I think my house is haunted.” I needed proof before I involved anyone else.
So I ordered two small, motion-activated cameras. The kind people use to check on pets. Nothing dramatic. Just quiet watchers.
When they arrived, I installed one facing the living room and the other aimed directly at the hallway attic door. I didn’t tell anyone. Not my sister. Not my coworkers. I wanted confirmation before I invited panic into my life.
That night, I went to bed early, phone in hand, camera app open. I left the hallway light on. A small rebellion against the dark.
Morning came too fast. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through the footage.
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