I'm writing this not only to remind myself that it's true, but also for posterity's sake...in the case it doesn't stop. It started shortly after we moved in. I don't want to say what "it" is, mostly because I honestly don't know. It began with a subtle scrape. Like the sound of a shovel being drug across concrete. It started at night - always after twelve, always before 3. Scrape. Scraaaape. Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaape. At first I was the only one that heard it. I'd nudge Matt awake but by the time he had his wits about him, the noise stopped. I had visions of an alb[...]