Stories With Plot Twists

For months, I’ve sensed someone watching me. It began subtly—lights I’d sworn were off glowing faintly, doors slightly open despite being shut. I dismissed it as my mind playing tricks until I heard noises upstairs at night. I live alone. Brushing it off became impossible when I found muddy footprints trailing from the back door to the kitchen. Panic set in.

Then, yesterday, I returned home to find my living room rearranged—coffee table shifted, books on my shelf reordered. Heart pounding, I locked myself in my bedroom and called the police. They searched but found no sign of a break-in. As they left, one officer paused, leaned in, and asked, “Have you checked on your cat?” My cat—the chaotic gremlin who flips switches, scatters books, and tracks mud everywhere. Relief washed over me. No intruder, just my furry agent of chaos wreaking havoc. Mystery solved.