Mom Sets Up Hidden Camera Then Finds Ex Living In Attic

She clutched at her blankets as she tried to keep her breathing steady. She was laying in terror as she carefully listened to the soft sounds moving closer and closer. In the tiny bit of moonlight shining in, she could see the ceiling boards move slightly.

She nearly jumped at the sound of a nail popping out and landing on the wooden floor. The faintest sound of the footsteps moving across the ceiling continued until they were right above her headboard, then they stopped.

Single Mom

So far, life hadn’t been easy for Tracy. As a single mother of five, she’d always struggled to make ends meet. Although some of her children were adults now, they all lived in the house in Rock Hill so that they could share the costs.

But Tracy wasn’t unhappy. Together, they’d made this old house a home. But little did she know, something from the past was on its way back to haunt her.

Strange Sounds

One day when Tracy was alone, she heard noises coming from above her – which was strange because she always made sure the house was locked up tight.

The house was in a bad part of town, so break-ins weren’t uncommon. Before panicking, she carefully checked all the doors and windows, but they were all still locked. Was she hearing things?

Thinking Rationally

Tracy tried to think rationally. She didn’t want to jump to the conclusion that there were intruders in her house. She checked the entire house again, but could find no signs of forced entry.

Now, Tracy wasn’t the kind of woman who got hysterical. Could her mind just be playing tricks on her because she was a woman at home all alone?

It Continued

Tracy chalked the noises up to her imagination, but she didn’t stop hearing them. For days, she heard random thumps, bumps, and scraping noises coming from the attic.

She asked her children if any of them had been up there recently, but they hadn’t. The attic was dark and dusty, so she believed them – she hardly even went up there herself. There just had to be a logical explanation… right?