We moved into our dream home. I never expected it to become a nightmare.
The Virginia Colonial was supposed to be a fresh start. Quiet mornings. Family dinners. Peace. But soon, the floor creaks when no one is there. Items go missing. My husband Jacob stays out late, comes home smelling of whiskey and betrayal.
Then our four-year-old son starts talking to someone he calls Billy—his new friend who lives in the walls.
I tell myself it’s just his imagination… until Noah says, “Billy knows what Daddy did.”
Now, I hear footsteps above us. In the attic.
Is it just paranoia… or have we let something into our home that was never meant to be found?
The Man in My Attic is a chilling, unputdownable psychological thriller with a twist that will leave you breathless.
