Feeling exposed, she quickly lied about being alone in an effort to dispel suspicion. The interaction left a bitter taste; he seemed to know more than he let on.
The day passed between attempts to make the house a little more welcoming, but the thought of her neighbor and the sounds remained embedded in her memory. The night brought back the noises; once again that unsettling frenzy beneath her home dragged her out of bed and to her phone.
“John, the noise is back,” he said urgently. As he tried to explain that it was probably just plumbing or old wood reacting to time, Ana couldn’t help herself. “It’s not just that, it feels…alive,” he insisted, capturing the inexplicable essence of her growing discomfort.
What was that underneath your new house? Something deep in his consciousness told him that the mysteries had just begun to reveal themselves. The night, dimly lit by the weak light of the moon, cast shadows and intrigue, leaving Ana with more questions than answers. And just when the morning was about to bring light to all your doubts, we know it would soon reveal that some houses, in fact, keep their secrets buried deeper than anyone could imagine.