It started with a simple noise—a soft scratching sound from under my bed. At first, I thought it was just my imagination.br br But as the nights passed, the sound grew louder… and more disturbing.br br One night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my phone and used the flashlight to look under the bed.br br I expected to see nothing—maybe an old sock or some dust.br br But what I saw wasn’t normal.br br There was a shadow. It didn’t belong to me, and it didn’t belong to anything in the room.br br It moved.br br I pulled back quickly, heart racing. But when I looked again, it was gone. I tried to convince myself it was just a trick of the light…br br Until I heard the scratching again.br br This time, it wasn’t under the bed.br It was right behind me.