My husband’s cousin arrived a few days ago, and from the moment he stepped through the door, something about him just felt… off. He has this unsettling vibe I can’t quite put my finger on. I’ve tried to ignore it, hoping it was just my nerves, but the feeling only seems to grow stronger. His glances linger a bit too long, his movements are a bit too quiet, and there’s something in his presence that makes me feel like I’m being watched even when he isn’t around.

It’s hard to talk about these feelings without sounding paranoid. My husband doesn’t seem to notice anything unusual, or maybe he just brushes it off as his cousin’s “quirky” behavior. But I can’t shake the tension that fills the room when he’s there. Even simple tasks, like walking into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, feel uncomfortable if he’s nearby. He stands just a bit too close, his eyes tracking every move, and it sends a chill down my spine.

I keep telling myself it’s temporary, that he’s just passing through. But the thought of having him here another day makes me feel trapped in my own home. I miss the sense of comfort and safety I usually feel here. Part of me wonders if I’m just overreacting, letting a harmless impression spiral into something bigger. Yet, deep down, my gut keeps telling me this isn’t just my imagination.

I’ve tried to drop hints to my husband, but he doesn’t seem to catch on, and I don’t want to start an argument. For now, I’m finding small ways to create distance, keeping my interactions brief and avoiding being alone in the same room. I just hope his stay will be brief, so I can finally feel at ease in my own home again.