“The Haunting in My House… That Turned Out to Be My Cat”
For months, I felt watched. Lights I turned off stayed on. Doors I closed crept open again. At first, I blamed stress or my imagination—but then came the noises: soft thumps, dragging sounds from upstairs. Living alone, every creak echoed like it was meant to terrify me. Then things escalated. Muddy footprints stretched from the…
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