I had lived in that small Naivasha apartment for months, always feeling a strange unease. There was a shadow of discomfort I couldn’t explain items moved slightly, whispers in the night, and an inexplicable heaviness whenever I entered the room.
Friends laughed it off, saying I was imagining things, but my instincts screamed otherwise. Something was not right. One evening, curiosity and fear collided. I decided to check under my bed, the one place I had avoided since moving in.
My heart raced as I slid on the floor and peered into the darkness. What I…CONTINUE READING
