The.uninvited

I live alone. I have no pets. I do not own a rocking chair. Yet, at 3:17 AM last Thursday, I heard the rhythmic creak... creak... creak from the corner of my spare bedroom. A room I had locked.

The air popped. Like a pressure change in an airplane. the.uninvited

It hates an audience. Have you ever felt an unwelcome presence—physical, emotional, or spectral—in your own home? Tell me about it in the comments. Let’s leave the lights on together. Stay curious. Stay skeptical. And lock your spare room. I live alone