Unseen Intruder

For months, I felt like someone was watching me. I also hear faint noises upstairs late at night, even though I live alone. Yesterday, I came home to find my living room rearranged. Terrified, I called the police, but after searching, they found nothing. Just as they were leaving, one officer hesitated and asked, “Ma’am, have you… ever considered the possibility of something paranormal?” His words sent a chill down my spine. I shook my head, dismissing it, but the unease lingered. That night, the noises returned—louder, more deliberate. I grabbed a

flashlight and crept upstairs, heart pounding. The hallway was cold, the air thick. At the end, my old attic door creaked open slightly. I pushed it, revealing a shadowy figure darting behind boxes. Panic seized me, but I forced myself to follow. Inside, I found old family photos scattered, some I’d never seen, and a mirror reflecting a face that wasn’t mine. The officer’s words echoed: paranormal. Now, I don’t know what to believe. Is someone—or something—still here? I’ve locked the attic, but the mirror remains, its gaze unblinking. Help me understand what’s happening.