For nearly two weeks, a quiet family was waking up to the same disturbing sight. Every morning, right in the middle of their sitting room, sat a dirty cooking pot. It was never there at night.
The doors were locked, windows shut, and no one in the house admitted moving it.
At first, they laughed it off, assuming someone was sleepwalking or playing a joke. But as the days passed, fear slowly replaced confusion.
The pot was not just dirty. Some mornings it had old food remains, ashes, or water mixed with sand.…CONTINUE READING