Her young son, Ryan, had sketched their house, but what stood out were the strange red dots he had carefully marked in hidden corners.
When she asked him about it, his quiet response sent a chill down her spine—he called it “the Red Eye,” something that watched them and listened from inside the house.
At first, Moreen tried to dismiss it as a child’s imagination, but the uneasiness refused to go away. The more she thought about it, the more things at home began to feel wrong.
At first, Moreen tried to dismiss it as a child’s imagination, but the uneasiness refused to go away. The more she thought about it, the more things at home began to feel wrong.
The presence of Dennis, her husband’s brother, suddenly took on a different meaning. He had come into their lives offering help, fixing things around the house, and slowly becoming part of their daily routine.
Yet now, every small action he had taken felt calculated, every question he asked about the house and her belongings seemed suspicious.READ MORE..........................