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Originally posted by notfarnow
In the wall right now. I can hear the little ba###rd as I type this... it's driving me CRAZY. I found where he got in too... and just set a trap, so I'll get him on his way out. Then I'll cover the little doorway he conveniently chewed. I won't cover the doorway first this time...learned that lesson last year.
I love old homes.
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A few years ago I lived in a house up on a hill away from the city. I was laying in bed and my eyes were just about to close for the evening when I start to hear this faint scratching sound from inside the wall. My eyes opened wide and I looked around nervously. "Is that coming from inside my room?", I thought to myself as my eyes darted about the darkness.
I turned the light on and stocked around the room, adjusting my direction each time I heard the noise until I came to the wall on the far side of the bedroom. Something was in the wall. But what could it be? I knocked on the wall in front of where the noise was originating and heard whatever it was moving about. Seeing that there was no immediate danger I returned to my bed and went to sleep. The scratching noise continued for another five days before it went silent. Whatever it was must have found it's way out - so I thought.
A few weeks had past and I started to smell this mild but distinct smell. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but it was definately there. The smell grew stronger over the next several weeks, at which point I knew exactly what it was: the smell of decaying flesh. After several more weeks it began to go away but it was never completely gone. I moved out soon afterwards, but I heard that when they remodeled the house, they found the corpse of what they thought to be a racoon in the wall. The fluids had permeated and stained the sheetrock.