Then I Was Like I Don't Know What It Was or What It Used to Be.

One night there was a loud scratching that was beyond like what a mouse or a squirrel could do. After 10 or 15 minutes finally the sounds just stopped. We both were scared but somehow we get ourselves back to sleep. The next day I go to the crawl space there's a hundred years of like silt. It's like four inches of baby powder. Eli is playing with his toys on the kitchen floor and my wife and I are sitting at the dining table having a conversation. And out of nowhere Eli gets hysterical and he's crying and real tears are flowing down his face and he's scared. " Goosebumps hit me and I was just like this is not okay"