Before the summer vacation, my mom Joelly was just a typical housekeeper—quiet, predictable, moving through the days with routine. But now, during the holidays, something has shifted. Her eyes linger too long, her words carry a weight I can’t explain. She moves through the house like a stranger wearing her skin, and every gesture feels wrong, unsettling. The familiar warmth of home has turned into a shadowed place, and I can’t escape the feeling that something dangerous is waiting to sur...