I watched the mattress lift slightly, then settle back down. My heart raced—this wasn’t normal. I tried to explain it away, but nothing made sense.
The next night, I set a test—placing a stuffed animal, a book, and a toy on the bed. Around 2 a.m., my phone alerted me. This time, it was undeniable. The items moved on their own. Something was there.
The next day, while Mia was out, I checked the floor. One corner felt loose. I pried it open and found a dark crawl space beneath—old pipes, dust, and an old hidden hatch leading deeper.
I decided to have it inspected immediately. Mia’s safety came first.
But that night, I couldn’t sleep… wondering what was really moving beneath us.