00:00Lena and Michael had just finished moving into their new home, a modest two-story house tucked
00:05in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The kind of place where the grass was cut short, the driveways
00:10were spotless, and children's bicycles leaned against white picket fences. It should have felt
00:16safe, but as the couple sat on their porch that evening, sipping cheap champagne from mismatched
00:21mugs, Lena noticed movement in the yard next door. A man stood there just beyond the hedges,
00:27not waving, not smiling, just staring. Michael laughed it off, raising his glass in an awkward
00:35greeting. The man didn't respond. Instead, he slowly turned, walked back toward the neighboring
00:41house, and disappeared behind a fence. Lena muttered. Michael tried a joke. Welcome to the neighborhood.
00:48The next morning, Lena caught sight of him again. This time, he wasn't alone. Another man, tall, thin,
00:55wearing a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, was standing beside him. They both faced her
01:01kitchen window. Neither blinked. Lena closed the curtains. That night, as she and Michael prepared
01:07for bed, she thought she saw a shadow move across their yard. Probably just a stray cat, Michael said,
01:15though his voice didn't sound convinced. The days passed, and the staring continued. Always from their
01:21yard. Always silent. Sometimes one man. Sometimes two. Once, Lena swore she saw three. Michael confronted
01:29them one Saturday afternoon. He stepped out, marched over to the fence, and raised his voice.
01:35Hey, you got a problem with us? The two men only stared. Not a word. Not a single muscle moved on
01:42their faces. When Michael took another step forward, they turned, together, and walked back into their
01:48house. No answer. Just silence. That night, the first trespassing happened. Lena was jolted awake
01:55by the sound of crunching gravel outside. Heart racing, she peered through the blinds. One of the
02:01men was standing in their driveway. No flashlight. No phone. Just standing there. When Michael stormed
02:08outside, shouting, the man walked slowly toward the property line, then stopped, turned his head,
02:14and smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile. It was the kind of smile that said, I know something you
02:20don't. The police came, but they were no help. He didn't technically do anything illegal, the officer
02:26said with a shrug. Just stay inside. Call us if it escalates. But it did escalate. Two nights later,
02:33Lena woke to the unmistakable sound of their back door handle jiggling. She froze, clutching Michael's arm.
02:40The sound grew louder, more insistent. Someone was trying to open the door. Michael grabbed a bat
02:46and crept down the stairs. When he flipped on the porch light, the noise stopped. No one was there,
02:52but muddy footprints smeared the wooden deck. The next morning, Lena found something even worse.
02:58On the kitchen window, drawn into the condensation, were four words written by a fingertip.
03:04We see you. The couple begged the police for help again. But with no security footage, no physical
03:10damage, there was nothing to report. Probably just kids messing around, the officer said. But kids
03:16didn't stand outside your house at 3 a.m., smiling in silence. The breaking point came a week later.
03:23It was late, the neighborhood quiet. Michael was upstairs brushing his teeth when Lena felt the urge
03:29to check the living room window. And that's when she saw him. A man in a black mask, standing just
03:35feet away, staring directly through the glass. She screamed. Michael bolted downstairs. But by the
03:42time he got there, the masked man was gone. From that night forward, the harassment was relentless.
03:49Shadows moving across their lawn at odd hours. The sound of footsteps on the porch. Knocks on the
03:54windows. Always too quick to catch anyone outside. And the eyes. Always the eyes. Watching from behind
04:01the fence. Watching from the tree line. Watching from the driveway. Sleep became impossible. Every
04:07creak of the house. Every brush of wind against the siding sent Lena spiraling into panic. Michael
04:15installed cameras. Four of them covering every angle of the yard. But every morning, they woke to find the
04:22footage erased. Files corrupted. Memory wiped. Almost like someone knew how to disable them.
04:28Then came a night of the scratching. Lena woke to a faint, high-pitched sound. Like nails dragging
04:34across glass. She turned her head toward the window. A hand. Pale. Thin. Pressed against the glass.
04:42Fingers tracing slowly up and down. She screamed. And the hand vanished. Michael ran outside,
04:49bat in hand. But again, nothing. No footprints. No sign of anyone. But Lena knew what she saw.
04:55The police stopped responding to their calls. It's all in your heads. The last officer said,
05:00annoyed. Maybe you two need some rest. But rest was impossible. Because now the men weren't just
05:06outside. They were inside. One evening, Lena went to grab her phone from the kitchen. But when she entered,
05:12she froze. The back door was open. Just a crack. And on the floor, muddy boot prints leading into the
05:20house. Her heart stopped. She screamed for Michael. Together, they searched the rooms, the closets,
05:26even under the bed. No one was there. But the footprints ended in their bedroom. That night,
05:32they locked every door, every window. Pushed furniture against the entrances. And still,
05:37Lena woke at 2.47 a.m. to find the bedroom, door standing wide open. In the hallway,
05:44she swore she heard breathing. Slow. Steady. She shook Michael awake. But when he turned on the light,
05:51the hall was empty. They were trapped. Isolated. Abandoned. Neighbors avoided them now,
05:58whispering behind closed blinds. The men next door still appeared every day, standing outside,
06:04motionless. But no one else seemed to see. No one else seemed to care. The final night was the
06:10worst. Lena and Michael huddled together in the living room, weapons in hand. A bat. A kitchen
06:16knife. Their phones ready to dial 911, even though they knew no one would come. At exactly midnight,
06:23the power went out. The house plunged into darkness. Then, the sound of the front door unlocking.
06:29Click. Slow creak. Footsteps on the hardwood. They weren't outside anymore. They were inside.
06:36Michael shouted into the dark, swinging the bat wildly. Lena clutched her knife, tears streaming
06:42down her face. And then, out of the blackness, came a voice. Low. Whispering. Close. We see you.
06:51The next morning, the house stood empty. The furniture overturned. The windows smashed.
06:56But no sign of Lena. No sign of Michael. The neighbors claimed they never heard a thing.
07:02The men next door? Gone. Vanished. All that remained was a single phrase scrawled across
07:08the living room wall in jagged letters. Welcome to the neighborhood. I...
07:13the listeners to the living room. I find a proper story. Ok?
07:16Good night.
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