A woman lived on the 8th floor of my building for 50 years.
She was always alone and never smiled.
Last month, she died.
The police knocked on my door, telling me I should go up to her flat with them.
As I entered, I got chills:
I found my entire apartment recreated—same furniture, same photos, even the same curtains.
Every detail… identical.
But I had never been in her place before.
No one could explain it.
To this day, I don’t know why or how she did it…
But someone had been watching me. For years. 👁️
