For months, I brushed off the sounds at night—just the creaks of an old house, I told myself. But deep down, I knew something was wrong.
🚨 Yesterday, I finally called the police. They found nothing… until one officer asked if I’d noticed things out of place. I remembered: my keys moved, a half-empty water bottle I never opened, the smell of smoke I didn’t cause.
He told me to leave immediately. That night, they checked the attic.
At midnight, my phone rang. “Ma’am… we found someone living up there. He’s been here for months.”
My blood froze. I had been sleeping peacefully while a stranger lurked above me.
That night taught me one lesson I’ll never forget: trust your instincts. The danger we fear isn’t always in our imagination—it might be right over our heads.
