Òyì nke e mepụtara

You know that feeling when you wake up in the middle of the night and something just feels off? That’s how it started for me. It was 2:07 a.m. The house was silent, but it didn’t feel empty. I stayed still, listening. Then I heard it. A small sound. Like something shifting in the house. I live alone. I got up with my phone and turned on the flashlight. Everything looked normal at first. But then I noticed the back door was locked. The window… wasn’t. It was open. A cold draft moved through