The Previous Owner of My House Knocked on My Door, Begging to Be Let Inside — When I Saw What He Had Left Hidden in the Air Vent, I Went Pale

Two Saturdays ago, my life took an unexpected turn. I’m Juliet, and the experience I had still sends chills down my spine. It all started with a knock on the door—a knock that would lead to a disturbing revelation I never saw coming.I was alone at home when it happened. Jonathan, my husband, was out fishing with his friends. The day had been uneventful, just me doing chores around the house. Suddenly, a loud knock interrupted the quiet. At first, I thought Jonathan had come back early, but as the knocking grew louder, I realized it was someone else. When I peeked out the window, I saw a man I didn’t recognize standing on the porch. He looked to be in his 40s, dressed well, but something about his presence felt unsettling.