Police visit
One evening, the police showed up after anonymous reports of suspicious activity at our home. Their knock startled me, echoing ominously through the quiet house. “Ma’am, we received reports about some strange happenings here. Can we come in?” one officer asked, his badge glinting under the porch light. A cold dread settled over me as I let them inside and explained the eerie calls and the growing sense of unease that had taken hold of our lives.
Police Visit
Targeted feelings
Their questions only deepened my sense of vulnerability and confusion. “Have you noticed anyone unusual around your home?” the officer asked. I shook my head, feeling completely lost. As they took notes and exchanged concerned glances, I was left with a hollow feeling of exposure. “If anything else happens, please let us know immediately,” they urged before leaving. Standing alone in the dim hallway, I realized just how vulnerable we were—living under the weight of an invisible threat.
Targeted Feelings
