I Found My Younger Brother’s Hidden USB Drive — It Showed Someone Wandering Around Our House at Night
I Found My Younger Brother’s Hidden USB Drive—It Showed Someone Was Wandering in Our House at Night

It started with an accident.

Mom had asked me to clean my younger brother Jake’s room. I was dusting a shelf when I knocked over a vase. It shattered, and as I bent down to clean up the mess, something caught my eye—a **USB drive** nestled among the broken pieces.

Curious, I called Jake, ready to tease him. *”Found your secret stash, little bro. Should I be worried?”*

Instead of laughing, he said something that made my stomach drop.

*”BE SURE TO LOOK AT WHAT’S ON IT.”*

I froze. His voice was **serious.** Almost urgent.

Heart pounding, I went to my room, plugged the drive into my laptop, and opened the files.

**Dozens of videos.**

Each one was labeled with a date from the past month. I clicked the first one.

It showed our **living room.** Empty, dimly lit. The next file showed our **hallway.** Another was of the **kitchen.**

*Why did Jake set up cameras in the house?*

At first, nothing seemed unusual. The house was quiet at night, just as I expected.

Then, I opened a file from **two nights ago.**

At **2:30 AM**, the camera in the hallway picked up movement.

A **shadow.**

A **figure walking down the hall.**

I leaned in, pulse hammering. The person was **tall, slow-moving**—their face **just out of the camera’s view.**

Another file. Another night. **2:30 AM again.**

**Same figure. Same movement.**

I kept clicking through the clips, and a pattern emerged.

**Every night. 2:30 AM. The same figure wandering through our home.**

My hands felt ice-cold as I clicked on the **last video.**

This time, the figure **stopped.**

**Turned.**

And **looked directly at the camera.**

My breath caught. The video was grainy, but I could make out the **shape of their face.**

And it wasn’t a stranger.

**It was my dad.**

But that couldn’t be right.

Because **our dad died five years ago.**