Last week, I moved into a new place—an old house at the edge of town. It’s quiet and a bit run down, but I didn’t mind. It felt like a fresh start. The first few nights were normal, until I noticed something odd. I’d be lying in bed, and just as I was about to fall asleep, I’d get this strange feeling that someone was watching me. At first, I thought it was just nerves, but then I started hearing faint tapping on my window. It’s on the second floor, so I figured it had to be a tree branch...