Hidden in the Shadows

I crawl into the attic, setting up a tiny space with a blanket and a dim flashlight.

Whispering into my phone camera, I feel a chill run down my spine. and .

make me freeze every time a floorboard pops. as , capturing my fear

and exhaustion in tight close-ups. The owner finally climbs into the attic after hearing

strange scratching sounds, but he does not find me. Instead,

a hidden crawlspace is revealed where I was dragged into. . , unknowingly turning

his back to a tall, thin, long-armed creature lurking behind him in the faint darkness—its

eyes barely glowing. . "I wasn’t the only one hiding."