Ever since Dynamite I’ve been finding obvious signs of someone living in my house. Urine in the sink, missing food, toilets flushing in the middle of the night, random hairs I don’t recognize.
This morning I saw him run past my bedroom door. I screamed in terror and he was gone, hidden wherever he hides throughout the day.
I’m going to start drilling through the walls, the I’m going to leave my car run overnight in the attached garage to smoke him out.