Mara squinted at her phone, the photo revealing her kitchen from an angle she hadn’t seen before. The countertop looked untouched, yet the shadows behind the curtains shifted as if something lurked in the dim light. The refrigerator sat still, its hum silenced. A chill crept down her spine as she glanced toward the window, heart racing. Outside, the streetlights flickered, casting eerie patterns on the walls. She turned back to her phone, and the image updated. Now, someone stood behind her.