I've been a Froger since I was 13.

At this point, a professional squatter.

It started a survival, but over time it became something else.

I don't do it for food or shelter anymore.

I do it because it makes my pulse race. I do it because slipping between cracks

of someone's life without them ever knowing I was there feels like proof that I existed. People think

of squatters as junkies or drifters. But froggers, we're different.

We become ghosts in pristine houses, ghosts with beating hearts, watching the living world

from air vents and crawl spaces.

There's a whole online scene buried.

You wouldn't stumble across us by accident. You'd have to be broken in just the right

shape. Once you're in, you're in. I've been doing this longer than almost anyone else. I've lived in

mansions, farmhouses, penthouses, doomsday bunkers.

I've crawled on the floorboards while families ate breakfast above me.

I've watched people sleep from the shadows of their closets.

I've held my breath for hours in insulation that made my skin bleed.

There are contests. Longest stay undetected, most dangerous infiltration, most expensive

home, most absurd hiding place. I've won all of them at least once. They treat me like a legend.

Some of them even message me for advice. There's a thread with

my name pinned to the top of the forum. I post tips, photos, maps, audio files. I teach them

how to disappear in plain sight, how to become nothing, and survive inside someone else's

everything.

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