You're certain that someone is inside your house, rummaging through your belongings, and the thought sends shivers down your spine. The creaking floorboards downstairs echo through the silent house, and you can't shake the feeling that they're looking for something, something that belongs to you. The darkness outside seems to press against the windows, casting eerie shadows across the room, as if the night itself is conspiring with the intruder. Each sound, each movement, feels like a violation