From the moment my husband told me his cousin would be staying with us for a while, I felt uneasy. I had met him a few times before—always briefly—and something about him had always put me on edge. Maybe it was the way he stared for just a second too long or how his conversations always felt slightly off, like he was searching for something unsaid. But I never thought much of it, brushing it off as my imagination.

Now, with him actually staying in our home, that uncomfortable feeling has only grown stronger. He moves too quietly, appearing in rooms without a sound. More than once, I’ve caught him standing in the hallway, just watching. Whenever I pass by, his eyes linger a little too long, making my skin crawl. At dinner, his comments feel strange, as if he’s trying to push boundaries without actually saying anything outright inappropriate.

I’ve tried talking to my husband, but he insists that I’m overreacting. “He’s family,” he says. “He’s just a little different, that’s all.” But I know what I feel. The unease is real, and it’s only getting worse. I don’t feel safe in my own home, and I’m running out of excuses to avoid being alone with him.

I don’t know what to do. Should I confront him? Insist my husband makes him leave? Or am I just imagining things? All I know is that I can’t shake the feeling that something is very, very wrong.