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I started hearing something under the floor of my room at night. At first, I ignored it. Old house… pipes… there’s always an explanation. But it kept happening. Every night. Right under my bed. --- Just slow movement. Careful. Like something was there… but didn’t want to be noticed. --- Most nights, it would move… then stop. But one night was different. --- I woke up suddenly. No noise. Just that feeling something wasn’t right. --- So I stayed still. Listening. --- And then