My dream apartment turned into a living nightmare when I began receiving threatening notes, each more chilling than the last. When I discovered who was behind them, my blood froze, and my life was never the same. My new apartment was supposed to be stunning\u2026 a new chapter. But it turned into a waking nightmare. I\u2019m Samantha, 35, and this is the chilling story about how the apartment of my dreams turned into a house of horrors\u2026Two weeks ago, I\u2019d been on top of the world. After years of scrimping and saving, I\u2019d finally landed the apartment of my dreams. A charming two-bedroom flat in the historic district, complete with vintage\n
fixtures and a balcony overlooking the park. I twirled around the empty living room, my laughter bouncing off the walls. \u201cCan you believe it, Mom? It\u2019s all mine!\u201d My mom, Christie, stood in the doorway, a tight smile on her face. \u201cIt\u2019s\u2026 nice, honey. But are you sure about this? It\u2019s so far from home.\u201dI waved off her concern. \u201cMom, I\u2019m 35. It\u2019s time I had my own place. Besides, it\u2019s only a 30-minute drive.\u201d She nodded, but I could see the worry in her eyes. \u201cI know, I know. I just\u2026 I\u2019ll miss having you around.\u201d I gave her a quick hug. \u201cI\u2019ll visit all the time, I promise. Now, help me pick out some curtains for these gorgeous windows!\u201d \u201cWhat do you think about this floral pattern?\u201d I asked, holding up a sample as we pored over fabric swatches.An upset senior woman looking out the window | Source: Pexels Everything was perfect. My new apartment was a dream come true. Think cozy corners, a little office oasis, even a budding balcony garden. Mornings were a blissful routine with coffee, sunshine, and the promise of a good day. But then, things took a bizarre turn. One morning as I was leaving for work, I noticed a crumpled paper stuck to my front door. My hands shook as I peeled it off, revealing the jagged scrawl beneath: \u201cMove out or you\u2019ll regret it.\u201dA sick joke, I hoped. A wrong address, maybe? But a cold dread crept in. It was the start of something sinister. And those menacing notes? They kept coming. My heart almost skipped a beat when I unlocked my apartment door one evening. Another threatening note. \u201cThis apartment will harm you.\u201d\n
\u201cGet out before it\u2019s too late.\u201d The handwriting was always different, but the message was chillingly consistent.I flicked on the lights, half-expecting to find an intruder. Instead, I was greeted by the familiar sight of my cozy living room. The reading nook I\u2019d set up by the window. The mini home office in the corner. Everything exactly in place as I\u2019d left it. With a sigh, I dropped my bag and headed to the balcony. Maybe some fresh air would clear my head, I thought. But as I stepped outside, my breath caught in my throat. There, in the center of my carefully tended balcony garden, lay a dead pigeon. \u201cOh my God,\u201d I whispered, stumbling backward. This wasn\u2019t the first time. It was the second that week.My phone suddenly buzzed in my pocket. It was a text from Mom: \u201cHow\u2019s the new place, sweetie? Everything okay?\u201d I stared at the message, my fingers hovering over the keys. Should I tell her? No, she\u2019d only worry. Besides, what would I say? \u2018Hey Mom, someone\u2019s leaving dead birds on my balcony\u2019? Instead, I typed: \u201cEverything\u2019s great! Just getting settled in. Talk soon!\u201d As I hit send, I couldn\u2019t help but wonder who was trying to scare me out of my home\u2026 And why? \u201cWhoever you are,\u201d I muttered to the empty air, \u201cwhy are you doing this to me?\u201dI found another dead pigeon on my balcony early the next morning. Just lying there, lifeless. My stomach churned. It felt like a sinister omen. I was terrified beyond words. Constantly on edge, I was obsessed with checking locks and avoiding the windows. Every creak in the night sent my heart racing.I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The dead pigeons\u2026 the threatening notes were all too much. I reached for my phone, scrolling through apartment listings. Maybe I should just move? Start over somewhere new? No! I shook my head, furious with myself for even considering it. I\u2019d worked too hard for this place. Two years of grueling overtime and sacrificed vacations. I wasn\u2019t going to let some coward with a twisted sense of humor drive me out.I opened my laptop and started searching for hidden cameras.\n
If someone\u2019s trying to scare me, I\u2019m going to catch them in the act. As I clicked \u2018order\u2019 on a set of tiny, high-tech cameras, a notification popped up on my phone. It was Mom again: \u201cJust checking in. You\u2019ve been quiet lately. Everything alright?\u201dI hesitated, then typed back: \u201cJust busy with work. How about lunch this weekend?\u201d Her reply was almost instant: \u201cSounds great! I\u2019ll bring your favorite cookies.\u201d I smiled, feeling a little better. At least I had Mom in my corner. Whatever\u2019s going on, I\u2019ll figure it out. I have to, I thought. \u201cBring it on, mystery creep,\u201d I muttered, closing my laptop. \u201cYour days are numbered.\u201dThe cameras arrived two days later. I spent the evening setting them up, hidden in strategic spots around the apartment. One by the front door, one in the hallway, and of course, one on the balcony, carefully hidden behind a plant. For the next week, I was a bundle of nerves, constantly checking the footage. Every sound made me jump. Every shadow seemed sinister.My friends noticed something was off, but I brushed off their concerns. \u201cYou look tired, Sam,\u201d my coworker, Lisa, said over lunch. \u201cEverything okay at home?\u201d I forced a laugh. \u201cOh, you know how it is with a new place. Still getting used to all the new noises.\u201d She nodded sympathetically. \u201cI get it. When I moved into my apartment, I swore it was haunted for the first month.\u201d If only ghosts were my problem, I thought. At least then I\u2019d know what I was dealing with.That night, as I was reviewing the day\u2019s footage, something caught my eye. A figure, approaching my door in the darkness. My heart raced as I leaned closer to the screen. The person turned slightly, and as I caught a glimpse of their face, my stomach dropped and the blood drained from my face. \u201cNO,\u201d I gasped. \u201cIT CAN\u2019T BE.\u201d But there was no denying what I was seeing. The person leaving those terrifying notes, the one trying to scare me out of my home, was none other than my own MOTHER.\u201cMOM??\u201d I choked out, staring at the frozen image on my screen. \u201cWhy?\u201d The next morning, I called my Mom, my voice carefully neutral.\n
\u201cHey, want to come over for coffee?\u201d \u201cOf course, sweetie!\u201d she chirped. \u201cI\u2019ll bring those muffins you love.\u201d An hour later, we were sitting at my kitchen table.Mom was chattering away about her book club, but I could barely focus on her words. All I could see was the image from last night\u2019s footage, playing on a loop in my mind. Finally, I couldn\u2019t take it anymore. \u201cMom,\u201d I interrupted. \u201cI need to talk to you about something.\u201d She paused, her brows furrowing in concern. \u201cWhat is it, honey? You look pale.\u201d I took a deep breath. \u201cI\u2019ve been finding\u2026 notes. Threatening notes on my door.\u201dHer eyes widened. \u201cOh my God, Sam! That\u2019s terrible! Have you called the police?\u201d I shook my head, watching her closely. \u201cNo, because\u2026 I know who\u2019s been leaving them. I set up hidden cameras.\u201d Her eyes widened, but she didn\u2019t say anything. \u201cWhy Mom?\u201d I confronted her. \u201cWhy would you do this to me?\u201d The color drained from her face.For a long moment, she just stared at me, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Then, to my shock, she burst into tears. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry, Sammy,\u201d she sobbed, burying her face in her hands. \u201cI didn\u2019t know what else to do!\u201d I sat there, stunned, as Mom poured out her heart. \u201cSamantha, honey,\u201d Mom cried, \u201cI miss you so much. The house feels like a tomb without you. It\u2019s so quiet. So empty. I know I shouldn\u2019t, but I thought maybe if I scared you a little, you\u2019d come back. I know it\u2019s wrong, but I just\u2026 I just miss you so much.\u201d\u201cI know it was wrong,\u201d she hiccupped, wiping her eyes. \u201cI just\u2026 I miss you so much, honey.\u201d A storm of aching sadness swirled in my chest.\n
\u201cMom, why didn\u2019t you just talk to me?\u201d She shook her head, looking ashamed. \u201cYou seemed so happy here. I didn\u2019t want to burden you with my silly feelings.\u201d I reached across the table, taking her hand. \u201cYour feelings aren\u2019t silly, Mom. But this\u2026 this wasn\u2019t the way to handle it.\u201d She nodded, squeezing my hand. \u201cI know. I\u2019m so, so sorry, Sammy. Can you ever forgive me?\u201dI took a deep breath, meeting her tear-filled eyes. \u201cI can, Mom. But we need to figure out a better way forward. For both of us.\u201d She nodded eagerly. \u201cAnything, sweetie. I\u2019ll do anything.\u201d As we talked it out, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders. The mystery was solved, but then I remembered something. \u201cOh, what about the dead pigeons on my balcony?\u201d Mom looked confused. \u201cDead pigeons? I don\u2019t know anything about that.\u201dJust then, a movement caught my eye. I turned to see Ginger, the neighbor\u2019s tabby cat, casually strolling across my balcony with a limp bird in his mouth. The culprit behind the unfortunate gifts on my balcony was finally revealed. Despite everything, I couldn\u2019t help but laugh. \u201cWell, I guess that solves that mystery.\u201dMom joined in, and for a moment, it felt like old times. We had a long way to go, but as we sat there, laughing through our tears, I realized that sometimes the scariest things are just cries for help. And love, even when it takes a wrong turn, can find a way to bring us back together. Moreover, this experience taught me a lasting lesson on the importance of talking things through, even when it\u2019s tough. Because even those who love us can make mistakes.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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