YouTube SV: https://youtu.be/7js7ISF0Suk I wrote this piece as a slow, creeping realization that perhaps we were never truly alone—not in our homes, our minds, or even our choices. It’s not about ghosts in the traditional sense, but the haunting presence of something else—quiet, observant, always there. A force that doesn’t need to speak to be heard, or act to leave its trace. Every detail, from the kettle to the curtains, becomes suspect. The deeper fear isn’t being watched—it’s being known in ways we don’t fully understand. There’s sadness in the loss of agency, in the idea that what we thought were our thoughts might have been planted long before we ever arrived. And yet, the house doesn’t scream or terrify. It simply... whispers back.

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林碑 4w ago

What da house😱

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