Melanie (34) lived in her dream home. A large, old Victorian estate that she and her husband had bought for a steal. But lately, the dream had turned into a nightmare.
For the third week in a row, Melanie woke up with strange marks on her body. They weren’t just bruises—they looked like fingerprints on her wrists. And every morning, she smelled a strange, musty odor in the bedroom that hadn’t been there the night before.
Her husband was away on business. Melanie blamed it on fatigue and stress. “Maybe I’m pinching myself in my sleep?” she thought. But when she found her hair neatly braided one morning (even though she had gone to bed with it loose), panic took over.
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