Sycamore Lane’s Secret

The house on Sycamore Lane had been empty for years, its sagging porch and peeling paint a warning to passersby. Locals whispered about the Crawl Space Ghost, a malevolent spirit said to lurk beneath the floorboards, but no one dared to investigate. When I bought the house at auction, desperate for a cheap fixer-upper, I dismissed the rumors as small-town folklore. That was my first mistake.