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I live in an old house. In line with its age, the house was made almost entirely out of hardwood, from the chairs and tables to the ceiling and walls. Built over a century ago by a businessman from the country, the man spared no expense in building this house. He hired dozens of the finest carpenters, both from the city and from his hometown, to create this masterpiece of a home to always remind him of where he came from.

I love it here. During the day, the place has a rustic feel to it unlike any other. From the garden in the back, to the design, to the very foundations of the house, the place not only looked like the country but felt like it too. Almost like a snapshot of a simpler time, it stood out amidst the grey city as a beautiful piece of history. It was for that reason that I bought this house after all.

As with any house this old, its war with time didn't come without its fair share of battle-scars. There was always something loose, something needing fixing, or something whose age had finally caught up with it and it was in its death throes. And each one made their own distinct sound in the darkness. Despite my constant attempts to fix these problems, the sounds at night never seemed to stop entirely. With nothing to occupy my mind as I drifted off, I could hear quite clearly every creak, squeak, and moan in the house. After a while, I imagined those sounds as stories the house would try to tell me. The place was old and beautiful, and surely had many stories to tell if only it could, and I would fall asleep to its sounds, imagining its heyday.

Tonight has been unusually noisy, though, so much so that I can't fall asleep. The various creaks and moans of the wood and furniture tonight seem oddly consistent. Sometimes, I would hear the exact same sounds in a row. Everything seemed to repeat after a while, too. Almost like a pattern. The same pattern over and over again.

There it is again. There's a quick pop, and another, and another, followed by a pause, before a long creak and another and another. I've been laying here for almost an hour now and I think I recognize the pattern. It almost sounds like... Morse code.

S-O-M-E-T-H-I-N-G-I-N-R-O-O-M-stop

K-E-E-P-E-Y-E-S-C-L-O-S-E-D-stop

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