There’s Someone in My Photos

I’m not a photographer or anything. I just take pictures for fun — my dog, my coffee, the sky when it looks weird.
Two weeks ago, I noticed someone in one of my photos. A tall figure in the background, standing behind a tree.
The face was blurred, like those automatic privacy filters.
I figured it was just a person walking by. But when I checked my older photos, it was there too. Always the same shape, same height, same position — half-turned away, watching.
Even pictures from months ago.
I showed my friend, and she said there was no one in them. She looked right at the same photo, and the spot was empty.
I thought maybe I was losing it. I took a new picture of my living room — nothing weird.
But when I opened it again a few minutes later, it was standing by the door.
Now I stopped taking photos, but I can still see where it would be. Empty space that feels crowded. Corners that hum, like something trying to render.
I deleted every photo on my phone.
The gallery says “Empty.”
But when I scroll down, there’s one new folder I can’t open.
It’s named after my home address.