My name is Jonathan Muriithi, and I live in Ruaka, Kiambu County, just a few minutes from Nairobi. For a long time, I thought I was living my dream. I had a stable job in an insurance firm in Westlands, a loving wife Lilian Muriithi, and a quiet two-bedroom house in a gated estate. But every night, when darkness fell, that same house turned into a place of fear. Strange things began happening—things I could not explain—and slowly, they started breaking me.
It began subtly. I would wake up at exactly 3:00 a.m. every night for no reason. My heart would be racing, and the room felt unusually cold. At first, I blamed stress. But then sounds started. Footsteps moving from the kitchen to the sitting room. Cups falling on their own. Doors creaking open when we had locked them. Lilian heard them too. We would sit upright in bed, holding each other, too afraid to speak.…CONTINUE READING
