I used to laugh at those productivity hacks—until I started the nightly tidy-up. Ten minutes before bed, every night, no exceptions. It was supposed to clear my mind. But it’s what I noticed after a week that I can’t explain. Each night, I’d find something out of place. A mug on the windowsill I never used. Shoes lined up perfectly at the door, though I’d left them scattered. Last night, as I wiped the kitchen counter, I heard a soft humming. Not from outside. Not from any device. It was coming from the hallway mirror. My reflection’s lips were moving, but I wasn’t singing. I haven’t slept since. The house is spotless. I’m not alone. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality