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| The attic - Ivan Ramirez Photography |
So, this happened a few nights ago, and it still has me weirded out.
I was up late working, just going through some old boxes in the hallway closet when I remembered the attic door was still cracked open. It’s one of those old pull-down ladder types, and honestly, I avoid going up there unless I have to. But something felt off that night—like the air was heavier near the hallway. The kind of feeling where your body notices before your brain does.
Being curious (and a little stupid, probably), I grabbed a flashlight and climbed up. The attic was pitch black, except for the narrow beam from my light. Nothing looked out of place… until I heard this soft scraping sound in the corner. Like something shifting slowly across the plywood floor. I froze.
I called out—quietly, because, I don’t know, what if it was a raccoon or something worse? No response. Just silence. And then—one small thump, like something was dropped or stepped on. I didn’t stay to investigate. I climbed down way faster than I went up and shut that thing tight.
Could it have been something harmless? Probably. But as I sat there afterward, trying to brush it off, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t alone up there.
Anyway, just had to get that off my chest. Whether it was in my head or something real, that attic's going to stay shut for a while.
Stay safe out there,
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