I still remember the day I moved into that beautiful house. High ceilings, quiet neighbourhood, rent so low it felt like I’d won the lottery. I told myself the weird vibe I felt walking in was just moving stress. New chapter, right? Wrong. Within weeks, everything started unravelling – and I mean everything. I’d sleep ten hours and wake up feeling like I hadn’t slept in days. My dreams went from normal to straight-up disturbing. My boyfriend and I, who never fought, suddenly couldn’t stand each other.
Tiny things turned into blowouts. He kept saying I “felt off”, like I wasn’t the same person anymore. Then he just… stopped showing up. Stopped calling. Gone. Money? Vanished. Clients ghosted me. Random expenses popped up out of nowhere. My small business basically flatlined. And my health – God, my health. I was sick every other week. Some days I literally couldn’t drag myself out of bed. The house felt like it was draining the life out of me.
Then came the noises at night. Footsteps. Whispers. Things were moving when I knew I was alone. I’d lie there frozen, heart pounding, feeling watched. Friends laughed it off – “You’re stressed, babe” – but I knew better. Something evil lived in those walls. That house didn’t just change my life. It tried to destroy it. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35244
