Things in My House Started Moving Around

Here’s a shortened and clearer version of your story in English,

keeping the core plot and emotions intact while trimming the

length: After losing her husband 15 years ago, a 62-year-old woman

was adjusting to life alone. Her only son had cut contact

two decades ago and moved overseas. Recently, strange things

began happening in her house—furniture and personal items

moved mysteriously. Initially dismissing it as forgetfulness,

she grew alarmed and began taking nightly photos of her home. The

next mornings, things had clearly moved. Determined to uncover the

truth, she installed security cameras. For days, nothing

showed up—until one night, she saw a masked figure dressed in black

quietly moving through her home, rearranging furniture

and rifling through belongings. Terrified, she called the police,

who advised her to stay alert and keep her home secure. The

next day, she pretended to leave but watched her cameras from a nearby café.

Hours later, the intruder returned. She called the

police again, who arrived just in time to catch the figure fleeing through the backyard.

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