I have no neighbors.
Every morning for the past two weeks, I’ve been waking up at 5:30 am, sometimes earlier, to go out and sit on the front steps of my house with a notebook. I’ve been monitoring the neighbor’s house, logging every noise, every light I see in the window, and every package that sits on the doorstep. Nobody believes me that the house is empty, but I’m coming up on proof that it is.
No, it’s not ghosts or anything supernatural. But it is something extremely unnerving.
We moved here one year ago. I was a sophomore in college when my father died completely unexpectedly. He wasn’t sick or anything, he just passed away in his sleep at the age of 46. They never actually gave us a good explanation of what happened.