Rose didn’t know what to believe anymore. Paranormal or not, there was something in that house that defied logic. But one thing she was certain of: she wouldn’t live like this—terrified, doubting herself, flinching at shadows. Whatever this was, it would end. She’d make sure of it.
Her engineer brain kicked in like muscle memory. Fear wasn’t useful. Data was. If she wanted answers, she’d need evidence—cold, measurable, timestamped. If it pointed to intruders, she’d call the police. If it hinted at anything else… well she was going to call the realtor and present a hefty lawsuit. Either way, she wasn’t going to let her peace be trampled like this.