My name is Jeremy, a 18 year old boy who moved out of my family home 6 months ago to a small, but fairly cozy and modern house. Ever since about last week, I've been smelling this repugnant smell, coming from the basement door. I never really thought about it, and I eventually got used to it. There was a shop near my house, with a small arranging of everyday groceries, like apples, milk, and so on. One night, though, the smell was especially horrific and I couldn't sleep. I had to block my nose with pegs, and sleep with my face down. By the 8th month I'd been in the house, I heard scratching. Just, like, slow.

"shkrrrrrr"

There was 5 seconds of complete silence. I was petrified.

"shkrrrrrr"

I was driving me insane.