It was an ordinary Tuesday morning when I noticed the commotion in my house. My househelp, who had been with us for over two years, had accidentally knocked over a small, clay pot that I had completely forgotten about. It was hidden behind old boxes in the storage room.
The pot itself seemed ordinary, but the way it shattered instantly filled the air with an unnatural heaviness. At first, we laughed it off. “It’s just a pot,” my husband said. But by the evening, things began to change. Objects moved on their own.…CONTINUE READING
