We Are Happy: My Uninvited Guest
I came home one evening to find my keys on the kitchen counter and my slippers arranged like a message. By the time I hid a camera, the footage showed someone who looked exactly like me, living my life, smoothing my comforter, and leaving a strand of dark hair on my shoes. I’m terrified, and I need you to hear this.
For six months my apartment has been subtly rearranged. Small, intimate intrusions at first. A strand of hair that wasn’t mine. A hidden nanny cam that captured a version of me walking in and acting like she belongs.
I’m not sure whether I’m being gaslit, stalked, or haunted, but…
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