When my brother Josh and his longtime girlfriend Trisha had a big fight, she called me crying and asked to stay at my place. I didn’t think twice — she was like family. But what was supposed to be a weekend turned into weeks, and my brother never once checked in. That already felt strange.

Then things started going missing — my perfume, old family photos — and I noticed odd behavior. Trisha whispered late at night, and I found small cloth bags hidden around my home. She brushed it off as “herbal pouches to clear bad energy,” but something about it unsettled me.

One day, I came home early and noticed paper stuck to her shoe. When I flipped it over, I froze — it was a photo of my brother with strange symbols drawn across it. Rushing to confront her, I found her in my room, wearing my lingerie. She looked at me calmly and whispered, “I can explain.” That was the breaking point. I told her to leave immediately.

Later, Josh told me they had broken up for good, which explained his silence. But I can’t stop thinking about the photo, the bags, and her behavior. Was it some kind of ritual, or was she just having a breakdown? I’m torn between fear, confusion, and the feeling that maybe she needs help.