My Stolen Life

Synopsis

I lived alone, but for months, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone else was in my apartment. I’d make breakfast, turn around to grab the milk, and the toast on my plate would be gone. Freshly laundered shirts hung in the closet would suddenly have grease stains on the collars before I ever wore them. I tore the place apart. I installed hidden cameras. I found absolutely nothing. Until my girlfriend, Claire, wrapped her arms around my neck with a soft, lingering smile. "Babe, you were so intense last night. I barely walked through the door before you pinned me against the wall." The blood in my veins turned to ice. I wasn't home last night.