I Returned Home to a Gray Stranger—My Neighbors Painted My House Without Asking, So I Fought Back
Something felt off the second I turned down my street. Not the obvious kind of wrong—no flashing lights, no sirens—just a heavy, unnatural stillness. The sort that makes your stomach knot before you even know why. I eased my grip on the steering wheel, searching for the familiar cheer of my sunflower-yellow home. And then… …