Proving I wasn’t “just getting old”
I decided I needed proof – proof that this wasn’t just my memory playing tricks on me.
Every night before bed, I walked through the house and took photos of each room with my phone. Every morning, I compared the pictures with what I saw in front of me.
What I found made my stomach drop.
Furniture wasn’t just slightly moved. Whole pieces were in different places. Sometimes in different rooms.
This wasn’t forgetfulness. This wasn’t “oh, I must’ve done that yesterday.”
Someone – or something – was moving things in my house.
I stopped sleeping properly. I lay awake listening for footsteps, doors, anything.
The house stayed silent.
So I did something I never thought I’d have to do in my own home.
I bought security cameras.
They weren’t expensive, but they worked. I put two in the living room, one in the kitchen, one in the hallway to the bedrooms, and one in my own bedroom.
For a few days, the footage showed nothing unusual – empty rooms, shifting light, the occasional stray cat in the yard.
Then on the fifth day, everything changed.
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