I've lived in Southern California my entire life.

If you know anything about California, you'll know it's very diverse.

Up north, it's filled with mountains and trees, while down south it's much more city-like.

This summer, I decided to take a trip to Lake Tahoe.

It's a beautiful place, and it was my first time being upstate.

I'm going to chop this story up into segments to make it an easy read.

Day 1. I settled into the cabin at around 5 p.m.

After an 8-hour drive, I was very tired.

I went and lay down in the bed in the loft.

It was quiet, like being in a different world.

I was so used to cars zooming by and people talking right outside my house.

But here, it was silent.

I fell asleep fairly quickly.

About four hours later, I jerked awake.

I looked around for a bit before hearing a strange tapping sound.

I tried to figure out where it was coming from, but to no avail.

It sounded as if someone was tapping on the window of the back door.

I figured I was just paranoid and fell back asleep.

Day two. Nothing happened this day and I slept fine.

Day 3, early morning. I woke up very early, maybe around 4 a.m.

I heard a crash coming from the attic ladder, which was conveniently placed right behind the couch I was sleeping on.

I didn't move. Then I heard a few

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