My alien house. Clark L.

El Fielding has always been proud of her magnificent house at the top of the cliff over the sea. And only once, going to a two-week seminar to France, she decided to follow her sister’s advice-and handed over her treasure through the housing rental site...

and returning, El understands with horror: something has changed in her home. And her herself does not leave the feeling that someone was following her.

Perhaps this is simply the El writer's imagination. But fantasies do not leave threatening messages in secluded corners of the house. Fantasies do not hint that they know the secrets of the past.

and gradually El house becomes her own prison, the keys to which she herself handed to strangers...