As soon as I got home, my neighbor suddenly said, “There’s a man screaming in your house every day, he’s driving everyone crazy.” But how is that possible if I live alone?
When I returned home that afternoon, my neighbor was already waiting for me at the door.
“It’s too noisy in your house during the day,” she said. “There’s a man screaming.”
I was taken aback.
“That’s impossible,” I replied. “No one’s here during the day. I live alone and am always at work.”
She shook her head sharply. “I’ve heard it more than once. Around noon. A man’s voice. I even knocked, but no one answered.”
I tried to smile and said I must have left the TV on. She left, but her words stuck in my head.
When I entered the house, I immediately felt uneasy. I walked through the rooms—everything was in its place, the doors and windows were closed, nothing was missing, no trace of anything. My mind kept telling me everything was fine, but something inside me was clenching.
