When animal bones first started showing up on my doorstep, my husband, George, shrugged it off, calling it a harmless prank. But as the bizarre deliveries persisted, fear crept into our home, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something sinister was unfolding. Determined to get to the bottom of it, I set up a hidden camera to catch the culprit in the act. What it revealed was far more chilling than I ever imagined.
At 34, life seemed perfect. I had a loving husband, two beautiful children, and we had just moved into what George called our “dream house.” A gorgeous, older property on the outskirts of town with plenty of space for our kids, Emma and Tommy, to run around. The house was a bit of a steal, and despite my initial hesitation, I trusted George’s instinct.
But from the moment we moved in, something felt off. Our new neighbors weren’t exactly welcoming.
