CoolGL
I used to think I had my life under control.
Sure, my room was always a mess, my schedule was a disaster, and I survived almost entirely on caffeine and last-minute decisions, but I was managing. Running a film studio at twenty-one wasn't exactly easy, yet somehow I made it work.
Then the strange things started happening.
Little things at first. Things that were easy to laugh off.
A toothbrush that looked used when I knew I hadn't touched it. A shower that felt like someone had just stepped out of it. Doors left open. Objects moved from where I swore I left them.
I told myself I was tired. Forgetful. Overworked.
But deep down, I knew something wasn't right.
The more I tried to ignore it, the worse it became.
Now every creak in my house makes my heart stop. Every shadow feels a little too dark. Every coincidence feels a little too intentional.
Because someone has been there.
Someone who knows my routines.
Someone who knows when I'm home.
Someone who knows when I'm alone.
And the most terrifying part?
I don't think they want to stay hidden anymore.
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**Maybe leaving my door unlocked was a mistake.**
**Or maybe the real mistake was believing I was ever alone to begin with.**
*To be continued...* 🖤👁️🗨️🏠