The strangeness of it all started affecting her sleep. She’d wake up drenched in sweat, clutching her blanket, convinced someone had been standing in her room. But the space would be empty—still and silent. The only sound, her ragged breathing and the wind clattering the wind chimes on the porch.
She tried to ignore it, but the unease clawed at her sanity. Every unexplained shift, every bite of food missing, every restless night—together they began to unravel her calm. And slowly, Rose started to wonder if the unbelievable deal she’d gotten on this house wasn’t luck after all… but a warning she had ignored.