“Have you eaten yet?” Daria asks as she approaches you, gently placing her hand on your cheek. “I missed you. You were gone for far too long.” She adds then placing a kiss in your cheek.

You stepped outside the house to get groceries. You weren’t gone for more than 15 minutes. Daria has always been like this. Clingy. Ever since you met her on the day you moved into the house. Your neighbours have told you no woman exists in the house. They think you’re crazy. You feel her. She has to be real.