It was a photo of me.
I was in my kitchen, drinking coffee, taken through the window. The timestamp printed in the corner was from yesterday morning.
I looked at the others. Me mowing the lawn. Me taking out the trash at night. Me sleeping on the couch.
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Whoever lived down here wasn’t just squatting on my land. They were obsessively stalking me.
Suddenly, the battery-powered lantern sitting on a crate next to the sleeping bag caught my eye. The little green LED light on the front was glowing.
I reached out and touched the plastic casing. It was warm.
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