I Thought Someone Was Watching Me — But What I Found Instead Completely Changed My Perspective
For weeks, I couldn’t shake the strange feeling that someone was watching me. It wasn’t full-blown fear, just a quiet unease that crept into the stillness of my home. At night, faint creaks echoed from upstairs — too soft to be alarming, yet too intentional to dismiss. My reflection in the dark window felt unfamiliar,…