The Night I Slept in My Mom’s House—and Found a Stranger in Her Bed
That night changed everything. My sense of normal, my sense of safe—all gone in an instant.
I was crashing at my mom’s place while she was out of town. I’d never stayed there alone before. When I arrived late, the hallway light was out—classic Mom move. Probably forgot the bulb burned out.
I flicked on my phone flashlight and fed her cat, Earl. He barely acknowledged me. No purring, no meows, no interest in food. Something felt… off.
But I was exhausted. I brushed it off and went to her guest room to sleep. That’s when it happened.
I pulled the blanket back—and froze.
Someone was in the bed.
A man.
I staggered backward, heart pounding. “Who the hell are you?!”
He blinked, confused, and said one word:
“Sadie?”
I felt my stomach drop. “HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!”
He sat up slowly, hands raised. “Please… let me explain. Just don’t call the police.”
My mom was out of town. I came to water her plants, feed the cat, and sleep off a long day. But when I collapsed onto her bed, it wasn’t empty. A stranger was already in it—snoring. And when I screamed, he said my name like he’d known me forever.
