The Noise Under the Bed - Reddit Horror Stories

The Noise Under the Bed - Reddit Horror Stories

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
The noise under the bed. My name is Esteban, I'm
thirty five years old and I live in a quiet
neighborhood on the outskirts of Lima, Peru. This happened less
than six months ago, and I still can't fully process it.
My wife and I rented an old, one story house
with three bedrooms. We chose it because it was cheap

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and had a small garden. From the first day, I
noticed the wooden floor felt a bit hollow in certain spots,
as if there were empty spaces underneath, but I didn't
think much of it. For the first few weeks, everything
was fine until one night, around three a m. I
heard a faint knocking coming from the guest room. I

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went to check, but nothing was out of place. I
figured it was the wind moving something, but the noises
came back. They weren't constant, only appearing in the middle
of the night, as if some one were gently knocking
on the floor from below. At first they were random,
but soon they started every night, knock, silence, knock. One night,

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I gathered my courage and lay down on the floor
to listen more closely. The knocking was louder there, almost
as if it was coming from right beneath the bed
in the guest room. That bed was pushed against the
wall and we never used it. The next night, when
the knocking started again, I went straight to the room.

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I pushed the bed aside to look underneath, expecting to
find an animal, maybe a rat. But what I saw
froze me in place. There was a rectangular hole, as
if part of the floor had been deliberately removed. It
wasn't very big, just enough for a person to squeeze through.
Curled up, I leaned closer, shining my phones light. Inside

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the hole wasn't just an empty space. There was a
short startcase leading down into what looked like a narrow tunnel.
I couldn't see the end because it was swallowed in darkness.
I didn't sleep that night. I locked the guest room
door and told my wife not to go in there.
Two days went by and I avoided that part of

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the house until one night the knocking grew louder, followed
by a sound like nails scratching against the wood. I
couldn't take it any more, so I called a friend
who works in construction and asked him to come check
the hole. When he arrived and we moved the bed.
The hole was gone. The floor was intact, as if

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it had never been opened. My friend laughed and said
I was probably half dreaming. I tried to believe him
until that night, at three fifteen a m I heard
something I hadn't before, a deep, slow breathing sound right
under our bed. I didn't dare move, but the mattress

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trembled slightly, as if something was pushing up from beneath it.
My wife didn't hear a thing, she was fast asleep. I,
on the other hand, spent the rest of the night frozen,
waiting for daylight. The next morning, I bent down to
look under our bed. There was no haul, but in

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the wood right in the center were long, deep scratches,
as if some one had clawed from underneath trying to
get out. We decided to move out two weeks later.
The house is still up for rent. A few days
ago I drove past it and saw the curtains were open,
and in the window of the guest room there was

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a shadow, as if some one were standing there watching
out