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Sierra’s POVThe morning after the party felt empty. The house was too quiet. Servants were cleaning up the mess, but they were quiet too. It was like everyone was holding their breath.I made pancakes for Katie. I made them in the shape of hearts, like I used to when she was little. She ate them slowly, swinging her legs under the table.“Did the ghost man come to the party?” she asked with her mouth full.Louis and I looked at each other fast. We never used the word “ghost” in front of her.“What do you mean, sweetie?” I asked, trying to sound normal.“Nanny Anna said the party was to scare away a ghost,” Katie said. She took a big gulp of milk. “But I didn’t see any. Just Mr. Jenkins who sneezed a lot.”I forced a laugh. It sounded fake. “No ghosts, baby. Just a party.”But inside, I was screaming. The ghost wasn’t just at the party. He was in our garden. He was in our phones.Louis’s phone rang. He walked away to answer it. He talked in a low voice for a long time. When he came ba

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Sierra’s POVPretending is hard. Pretending you are all alone when you know someone is hiding in your walls is even harder.Louis was in the secret room. I knew exactly where it was. Behind a fake wall in the basement, near the boiler. It was a small room with a cot and screens showing every camera in the house. He was living in there. He couldn’t come out. Not even for a second.I had to do everything by myself. Make breakfast, take Katie to school, smile at the other moms. I had to look tired and sad. I practiced my "stressed-out mom" face in the mirror.Katie knew something was wrong."Why is Daddy gone so long?" she asked at dinner. We were eating spaghetti. I made too much because I forgot Louis wasn't there."He has very important work, baby," I said."You said that yesterday." She twirled her noodles. "I miss him.""I miss him too," I said. And it was true. Even though he was just downstairs, I missed him. I missed eating with him. I missed the way he made Katie laugh. This pla

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Sierra’s POVGrandma’s house was quiet. Too quiet. At home, there were always little sounds. The hum of the fridge. The creak of the floor. Here, there was just… nothing. It made my ears ring.Katie liked it at first. Grandma Vivienne had a whole room of old toys from when Louis was a kid. Wooden blocks. A tin robot. Katie thought they were cool and weird.But at night, she got scared. The wind off the ocean made a howling noise around the big old house. She climbed into my big canopy bed.“Mommy, I want to go home,” she whispered.“Me too, baby,” I whispered back. “Just a few more days.”I didn’t sleep. I stared at the fancy patterns on the ceiling. I thought about Louis. Alone in our house. Was he sleeping? Was he eating? Or was he just sitting in the dark, staring at screens, waiting for a shadow to move?My phone buzzed. A text from Louis. It was just a photo. A blurry picture of our basement wall. Then another text: **Found it.**My heart jumped. I typed back: **Found what?****

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Sierra’s POVThe text made my blood freeze. *He was in the house.*Louis didn’t say a word. He moved fast. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed. We ran to Katie’s room. She was still asleep. Louis picked her up, blanket and all. She mumbled but didn’t wake up.He jerked his head toward the hallway. We ran, barefoot, to the big painting at the end of the hall. Louis pushed it sideways. Behind it was a door. A safe room. We never used it. Until now.He shoved the door open. We went inside. It was a small, white room with a couch, a fridge, and a wall of TV screens showing every camera in the house. Louis locked the door behind us. It made a heavy *thunk* sound.He laid Katie on the couch. She curled up in her blanket. I stood there, shaking. I was so scared I felt sick.Louis went to the screens. He turned them all on. The house was dark and empty on the cameras. Nothing moved.“He’s messing with us,” Louis whispered. His hands were fists. “He wants us to panic. He’s probably not

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Louis’s POVWe stayed in the safe room until the sun came up. The screens showed nothing. No ghosts. Just our empty, quiet house.Katie woke up confused. “Why are we in the TV room?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.“Just a little adventure,” I said, my voice sounding fake and cheerful.“A boring adventure,” she said, and she was right.Sierra and I looked at each other. We couldn’t live in this little room. We had to go out. We had to be normal. Or try.We opened the door. The house felt different. It smelled like our home—cleaners and flowers and coffee—but it felt like a stranger’s place. Every shadow looked wrong.We made breakfast. We acted normal for Katie. Pancakes. Syrup. Cartoons on the kitchen TV. But my eyes kept checking the doors. The windows. Sierra jumped every time the toaster popped.After breakfast, Sierra took Katie upstairs for a bath. I went to my office. I had to do something. I couldn’t just wait.I looked at the black notebook again. The old notes about me. *The w

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Sierra’s POVThe morning after felt different. Not safe. Never safe. But… closer. Louis was still next to me when I woke up. His arm was heavy over my waist. For a second, I forgot about the ghost. I just felt warm.Then I remembered. Lyle. The toy soldier. The lake house.Louis’s eyes opened. He looked at me and for one second, he smiled a real, sleepy smile. Then he remembered too. The smile vanished.“Today we find him,” he said, his voice morning-rough.He got up and started making calls. I made breakfast. Katie was extra cuddly. She could feel the weird mood. She sat on my lap while I stirred the oatmeal.“Mommy, is the bad man gone?” she asked, playing with my bracelet.My heart stopped. “What bad man, baby?”“The one who makes you and Daddy whisper.” She looked up at me with her big, serious eyes. “The one who makes you scared.”I hugged her tight. “We’re not scared,” I lied. “We’re just… being careful. Like looking both ways before you cross the street.”“Oh,” she said. She se

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Sierra’s POVThe lake house was a skeleton. Big and dark with empty windows like eye sockets. The wind made a moaning sound as it blew through broken glass. I grabbed Louis’s hand. His fingers were cold.“We shouldn’t be here,” I whispered.“We have to be,” he whispered back. But he didn’t let go of my hand.We walked up the creaky steps to the big front door. It was hanging open, like someone left in a hurry a long time ago. Louis pulled a flashlight from his pocket. The beam cut through the dark, showing a big room full of shadows and dust.Everything was broken. Chairs tipped over. A rug ripped up. It smelled like wet wood and memories.“This is where we played,” Louis said quietly. His voice echoed. “Over there was the big table for puzzles. The fireplace… we roasted marshmallows.”I tried to picture it. Little Louis, running around with other rich kids. A quiet boy named Lyle watching from the corner.We walked through the room. Our feet kicked up dust. It made me want to sneeze.

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Sierra’s POVThe car ride back from the lake house was quiet. Not a calm quiet. A shaky, scared quiet. Louis drove with both hands gripping the wheel. His knuckles were white. I stared out the window at the dark trees rushing by.My whole body was humming. Like a plucked guitar string. I could still feel the *thwack* of the flashlight hitting Lyle’s head in my hand. I’d never hit anyone before.“Does your head hurt?” Louis asked. His voice was rough.“No. Does your neck?”“A little.”We didn’t talk anymore after that. What was there to say? We found the ghost. He was real. And he was crazier than we thought.We got to Vivienne’s house when the sky was starting to get light. Grey, like dirty milk. We got Katie, who was sleepy and confused. We thanked Vivienne. She just looked at our dirty clothes and Louis’s bruised neck and nodded. She knew.We drove home. Our real home. It didn’t feel real anymore.We put Katie to bed. It was morning, but she was tired from the weird night. She fell

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Sierra’s POVThe morning sun hit my eyes. I was warm. Louis was wrapped around me, his breath soft on my neck. Katie was a lump of blankets between us. For one perfect second, I forgot.Then I remembered the movie. The blanket fort. The text.My whole body went cold. I carefully untangled myself and stood up. My phone was on the coffee table. I picked it up like it was a spider.The text was still there. The picture of our fort. Our happy, secret moment. He saw it all.*I’ll be inside soon.*The words made my skin crawl. I felt like throwing up.Louis’s eyes opened. He saw my face and sat up fast. “What’s wrong?”I handed him the phone. He read it. His face got hard. Not scared. Angry. A deep, quiet anger.“Okay,” he said. He said it calm. Too calm. “Okay.”He got up. He didn’t yell. He walked to the big window and looked out at the garden. At the spot where Lyle must have stood to take the picture.“He’s telling us he can get past the cameras. Past the fences. He’s telling us he’s co

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Sierra's POVThe bedroom was chaos. Lyle on the floor, not moving. Louis bleeding. Two security guys talking fast on their radios. A broken lamp. The smell of the spilled bottle burning my nose.I couldn't stop shaking. My teeth were chattering even though I wasn't cold.Louis pulled me away from the doorway. "Sit down," he said, pushing me gently onto the edge of the bed. The bed Lyle had just been sitting on. Touching. I wanted to peel my skin off."What do we do with him?" I asked. My voice sounded far away.One of the security guys, a big man named Derek, knelt by Lyle. He rolled him over. Lyle's face was pale. There was a cut on his forehead from where he fell. He looked so normal. Like someone you'd pass in the grocery store."He's coming around," Derek said.Lyle's eyes fluttered. He groaned. Then his eyes focused. He looked up at the ceiling. Then at all of us staring down at him. His face twisted into something ugly."You ruined it," he whispered. "I was so close. She was ri

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