Every Time I Returned to My New Apartment, I Found Notes with Threats — When I Saw Who Was Leaving Them, I Froze

My dream apartment turned into a living nightmare when I began receiving threatening notes, each more chilling than the last. When I discovered who was behind them, my blood froze, and my life was never the same.

A New Beginning… Or So I Thought
Two weeks ago, life felt perfect. After years of saving, I finally landed the apartment of my dreams—a charming two-bedroom flat in the historic district, complete with vintage fixtures and a balcony overlooking the park.

I could hardly contain my excitement. “Can you believe it, Mom? It’s all mine!” I twirled around the empty living room, feeling like I was finally where I was meant to be.

But my mom, Christie, wasn’t as enthusiastic. “It’s… nice, honey. But are you sure about this? It’s so far from home,” she said with a tight smile.

I brushed off her concern. “Mom, I’m 35. It’s time I had my own place. Besides, it’s only a 30-minute drive.”

She nodded but still seemed worried. “I just… I’ll miss having you around.”

I hugged her. “I’ll visit all the time. Now, help me pick out some curtains for these gorgeous windows!”

The First Signs of Trouble
For a while, everything was perfect. I had created a cozy, happy space. But then, things took a bizarre turn.

One morning, I found a crumpled paper stuck to my front door. My hands shook as I read the jagged scrawl: “Move out or you’ll regret it.”

I tried to convince myself it was just a prank—a mistake, perhaps. But the notes kept coming, each one more menacing than the last.

“This apartment will harm you.”

“Get out before it’s too late.”

The notes were terrifying, but I was determined not to let them drive me out of my new home. Then I found a dead pigeon on my balcony.

The Chilling Discovery
As the days went on, the fear became unbearable. I began obsessively checking locks and avoiding windows. The dead pigeons and threatening notes were overwhelming.

I finally decided to take action and ordered a set of hidden cameras. If someone was trying to scare me, I was going to catch them in the act.

When the cameras arrived, I carefully placed them around the apartment—one by the front door, one in the hallway, and one on the balcony. For a week, I was a nervous wreck, jumping at every sound and checking the footage constantly.

And then, one night, I saw something on the footage—a figure approaching my door in the dark. My heart raced as I leaned closer to the screen. When the person turned slightly, I caught a glimpse of their face and froze.

“No,” I gasped. “It can’t be.”

But there was no denying what I was seeing. The person leaving those terrifying notes was my own mother.

The Confrontation
The next morning, I invited my mom over for coffee. We sat at my kitchen table, and after some small talk, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Mom,” I said, “I’ve been finding… notes. Threatening notes on my door.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, Sam! That’s terrible! Have you called the police?”

“No,” I replied, “because… I know who’s been leaving them. I set up hidden cameras.”

The color drained from her face.

“Why, Mom?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Why would you do this to me?”

She burst into tears, confessing that she missed me terribly. The house felt empty without me, and in her loneliness, she hoped to scare me back home.

A Lesson Learned
After the tears and apologies, we began to talk openly. We realized that our relationship needed to evolve as I built my life independently. I assured her that I wasn’t going anywhere and that we could find a balance.

As for the dead pigeons? That mystery was solved when Ginger, the neighbor’s tabby cat, strolled across my balcony with a limp bird in his mouth. I couldn’t help but laugh.

This experience taught me a lasting lesson about the importance of communication, even when it’s difficult. My mom’s actions were wrong, but they came from a place of love. We’re working on rebuilding trust, and although it will take time, I know we’ll get there together.