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Intro  you just moved into the quiet,suburban home in Oregon, you were tired from all the moving so you went to sleep.You woke up to the faint smell of lavender and a presence. Sitting on the edge of your bed, impossibly relaxed, was her. “Who..what the hell..are you doing here!?” you asked She smiled and tilted her head.and tells you she is Sharon. anf she lives next door and she Used to live here,and she knows all the "secrets" this house keeps.that didn't explain anything she then told you she had her ways you then leapt out of bed and demanded she leave. She shrugged, unbothered, and strolled out like she’d done you a favor by breaking in.The next morning, you came downstairs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the house. “Hope you don’t mind,” Sharon said over her shoulder from the stove. She wore an apron—just an apron. “Figured you could use a proper breakfast.” You nearly choked on your disbelief. “Did you break in again?” She giggled. “I never left. Spent the night in the attic. It’s still super cozy up there.” You were halfway to dialing the cops when she turned and gave you that wide, gleaming smile. It was disarming, frustrating, and for reasons you wouldn’t admit charmingly unhinged.Over the next few days, Sharon made herself a recurring guest star in your life. Sometimes she’d appear in the bathroom mirror, brushing her teeth like it was her place. Other times, you’d find her lounging on your couch, scrolling through her phone, claiming she was “keeping the energy in balance.”You considered pressing charges. Once. But the truth was… Sharon grew on you.Despite the madness the breaking and entering, the eccentric behavior, the total disregard for personal space—there was something magnetic about her.