Stacey also adjusted the lighting in her apartment to a dim, flickering glow that would be visible to anyone looking in from the hallway. The effect was subtle but enough to suggest that something unnatural lingered within, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to move on their own.
Stacey was prepared to do whatever was necessary to protect her home. Her resolve strengthened with each step of her plan. She bought a remote-controlled toy dog, small enough to hide behind the sofa on the wall shared with her neighbor’s apartment, ready to make random scratching sounds at the touch of a button.