Man Thought He Found A Hornet’s Nest, But Then An Expert Tells Him This

Heavy stomps

His eyes snapped open, heart pounding against his ribs like a drum. He lay frozen in place for a long moment, listening intently. At first, he thought maybe something had fallen—a box shifting, maybe a shelf collapsing. But when the noise repeated—loud, deliberate stomps against the attic floor—his blood ran cold. This wasn’t something falling. It was movement. Measured, weighted movement. Something was up there. And whatever it was, it knew how to walk.