"After I saw the marks, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, or that it was just the way the light fell on them. Anyway... anyway, there was no way they could be that sort of thing. I reached out and touched them. They really were claw marks. I shut the cabinet door right away. My wife and I didn't sleep at all that night. We were terrified, but we didn't dare go out in the middle of the night. We just kept our eyes on the wardrobe until dawn. Then I hired someone to move it out and throw it away. We couldn't throw away everything inside... I opened the wardrobe, and the marks were gone."
"You still threw the wardrobe away?"
"Yeah, I did. But a few days later, we heard that sound again at night. We hadn't bought a new wardrobe yet, and this time the sound came from the kitchen cupboards."
"Were there claw marks and blood, too?"
"Yes. The cupboard was at a completely different height from the wardrobe, and it had a stainless-steel dish rack inside, packed with dishes and chopsticks. There was no way... no way anything solid could be scratching the door from inside. I checked, too. There was nothing there, and the marks disappeared the next day."
"Did it appear again after that?"
"It kept happening. We found it on the TV cabinet, the bookcase, the storage cupboards... It showed up in every room in the house. I suspect it appeared every night, but sometimes we were asleep and didn't hear it. My wife couldn't stand it anymore, so we moved in with my parents. But we still heard the sound at night. It seemed to follow us. Wherever we went, it followed. No one else could hear or