“For the past few months, I’ve been feeling like someone’s been watching me. It started small—little things like lights I swore I turned off being on, doors slightly ajar when I knew I closed them. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but then I started hearing noises. Late at night, I also hear faint noises coming from upstairs late at night, even though I live alone. I tried to brush it off, but last week,

I found muddy footprints leading from the back door to the kitchen. I didn’t know what to do.
Then, yesterday, it got worse. I came home from work to find my living room rearranged. The coffee table was moved, and the books on my shelf were in a different order. I was terrified. I locked myself,