Frequent Visitors
As I combed through more days of footage, a troubling pattern began to emerge—strangers were showing up far more often than I had ever imagined. What unsettled me most was how casual these visits seemed, like I was the only one who hadn’t gotten the memo. It felt as though my own home had quietly turned into a meeting place behind my back. With each recording, my resolve only deepened—I had to uncover what was really going on.
Frequent Visitors
Where Was I?
With each new visitor caught on camera, a painful realization settled in—I was always the last to know. My own home, once a place of comfort, now felt like a web of secrets spun behind my back. It was hard to believe all this had been happening right under my nose, unnoticed. Questions swirled through my mind, each one more urgent than the last, driving me to dig deeper and uncover the truth hidden within my own walls.
Where Was I?
