Exhaustion finally won, and even though she felt anxious, she fell into a restless sleep. The next night, as she was getting comfortable in bed, the sound came back—this time louder. A chill ran down her spine. Sitting up, he scanned the dark corners of the room, heart racing.
She couldn’t shake the thoughts racing through her mind: was her house haunted? Emily grabbed her phone, frantically searching for logical explanations. “Creaking floorboards… temperature changes… old houses make strange noises,” she muttered to herself while scrolling through articles, trying to reassure herself.