Domestic-thriller Stories

After a painful breakup, I moved into a quiet seventh-floor apartment, hoping for peace. For the first few weeks, it was exactly that-until the notes started appearing. At first, they were almost playful. "I like when you hum in the shower." Then, unsettling. "You looked sad last night. Bad dream?" And then, terrifying. "Stop locking the door." The locks are secure. The windows are sealed. I live alone. Yet somehow, someone is leaving these messages while I sleep. Police don't believe me. My landlord swears no one has a key. But things in my apartment are shifting-furniture moved, food missing, shadows in places they shouldn't be. And the notes keep coming. I don't know if I'm being watched, stalked... or if something far worse is living with me. Somewhere in these walls, there's a secret. And whoever's leaving the notes is getting closer.