I had just started to enjoy the solitude of living alone when strange occurrences began in my home. Initially, I attributed them to my aging mind or perhaps a playful spirit from my past, even considering my late husband might be behind it. However, what I eventually discovered left me breathless and questioning everything.
At 62, I had been living alone for 15 years since my husband’s death, with our son living abroad for over two decades. I had settled into a peaceful routine until a month ago when odd events began to disrupt my sanctuary. Small items shifted positions, and I dismissed them as forgetfulness—until the anomalies became too frequent to ignore.