Thanks for Letting Me Stay

This story was originally posted on Reddit’s r/nosleep, and it’s one of those tales that

makes you question reality. It happened on a quiet street, in a house that

looked ordinary, where a family lived a normal life—until one evening, the doorbell rang.

When they opened the door, a young woman was standing there. She looked familiar.

Her eyes, her smile, everything about her seemed exactly like someone they

had loved and lost. She introduced herself softly: “Hi… I’m Isabelle. I was missing—ten

years ago.” The family froze. Isabelle had vanished a decade earlier. They had mourned

her, held vigils, never stopped searching. And now, she was here.