A horror story about someone who has lived in apartments all their life moving to a secluded little house in the middle of nowhere, who takes quite a long time to notice that something is off - being used to living with and sleeping through the sounds of other people living their lives, it takes a minute to process that the footsteps from above are not normal. There is no upstairs neighbour.
There is no upstairs.
It's the fecking squirrels in the loft that that keep chewing damn holes in the wood around the edges of the roof.

















