Landlord Stumbles Upon Squatter, Turns Pale When He Realizes Who It Is

Two in the morning

At 2 a.m., it began. A faint tapping echoed, followed by louder thuds. James’s heart pounded as he scanned the camera feeds. When he reached the kitchen view, he froze. A shadowy figure crouched, moving deliberately, opening cabinets. His breath caught. Something—or someone—was in the house with them.