The Mysterious Intruder Who Turned Out to Be My Son
Living alone at 62 after my husband’s passing, I began noticing odd changes around the house—moved furniture, misplaced photos. At first, I thought stress or age was playing tricks on me. But when I found a childhood photo of my son placed carefully on the kitchen counter, I realized something—or someone—was truly inside my home….
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