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The Woman at No. 3

Our dream home. A fresh start. But the house comes with secrets — and so do the neighbours.The moment we moved in, I knew something was wrong. A cracked stove. Scribbles on the wall. The lights flicking off every evening — always at the same time. Our daughter crying in the night, pointing at the corner of her room. "She has no face."Then I met Josie, the woman at No. 3.Pale. Polite. Smiling. Obsessed. She knows things she shouldn't. Offers to babysit my daughter again and again. And when I told her no — she didn't like that.Now the gifts are arriving. Notes through the door. A bottle left in the kitchen with no explanation. And my daughter won't stop screaming in her sleep.Everyone thinks I'm imagining it. But I know what I saw. What I heard.We finally found our dream home. But what if the nightmare lives next door . . . ?Read more

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