About a week ago, I woke up in the middle of the night — my phone was glowing. I thought maybe someone had messaged me, but when I picked it up, the screen showed that I was... on Instagram. Even though I was sure I hadn’t opened it. Stranger still — I was on a profile I didn’t recognize: empty, no profile picture, no followers, just one photo.
It was of my house. Taken from the street, at night, right outside my bedroom window.
The caption: “I see you’re still awake.”
I quickly closed the app, thinking someone had hacked my phone. But by morning, the profile was gone. I searched, contacted support, but nothing — no trace. And the photo... I still don’t know who took it or when.
Since then, I close my curtains every night. But sometimes I catch myself feeling like someone is... watching. And last night, around three, my dog started growling at the window. But there was no one outside.
And this morning, on the inside of the windowsill... I found a handprint.
Small. Cold. And definitely not mine.