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Enjoy the show. This happened to me about five years ago, and even now, I get chills thinking about it.

I was renting a small house in a quiet neighborhood at the time. It wasn't anything fancy,

but it was cozy, affordable, and had a lot of character.

The only thing I didn't love was the crawl space under the house. The access door to the crawl

space was a square wooden hatch, flush with the floor and the laundry room. It was locked

from the outside, and I never had a reason

to open it, so I never saw the inside. I figured it was just pipes, cobwebs, and the usual

creepy crawl space stuff. One evening I came home late from work. It had been a stressful day and

all I wanted to do was shower before collapsing

into bed. As I stepped inside, I noticed something strange. My laundry room light was on. I was certain

I had turned it off before leaving that morning, but I chalked it up to being absent-minded

during my morning rush as I turned it off again.

That night, at around 2 a.m., I woke up to a faint noise.

At first I thought that it was just the wind.

But as I lay there, I realized a soft, rhythmic thumping sound

was coming from the laundry room.

My heart started to raise as I debated on whether to get up and check

or just stay in bed and hope that it stopped.

Curiosity eventually got the better of me,

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