Uninvited Presence

Jade kept her spare apartment keys in a bowl by the door. One morning, the bowl was empty.

She tore apart her whole place— nothing. Hours later, the keys were back.

Perfectly placed. Sitting exactly where she always left them. But her shoes had

been moved. Her dresser drawer was open. And the fridge door was cracked

like someone had closed it too gently. Jade didn’t call the cops. She didn’t pack

a bag. She just stood there staring at the keys because she realized something terrifying:

someone had walked into her apartment with her own keys and put them back so she wouldn’t

notice. People swear they’d feel someone enter their home. Tell me—