Got my apartment key today. Landlord said "charm" when the door fell off its hinges. I slept on the couch because the bed creaked like it was whispering secrets. Everything felt normal enough to be suspicious.
Found a scratch on the underside of the building’s loading dock. Looked like a symbol—three lines and a curved wing. Might be nothing. Might be the start of nothing. Either way: took a photo. Stashed it in an old shoebox under the mattress.