Haunted by unease
Every noise and shadow became a source of tension for us. We found ourselves checking locks twice, glancing over our shoulders.
Even little things like leaves rustling made us jumpy. “That feeling is back,” my wife mentioned one night, whispering as if speaking louder might summon it.
That unsettling anxiety refused to leave, always reminding us of the situation’s gravity with every creak and unfamiliar sound.