The old sofa was gone, replaced weeks later by a sleek, metal-legged model with a sealed bottom.
But the memory stayed—a constant echo beneath quiet nights and faint creaks. Friends called it a nightmare story, but to the couple, it became something more: a lesson in listening to instinct, to those subtle sounds that we often dismiss. Because sometimes, what we think is just the house settling is something far darker—scratching at the edges of our comfort, waiting to be found.
