You moved out into a new neighborhood. Quiet, mostly families or old folk and seemingly secure.

What you weren't expecting was for the sweet lady nextdoor to warn you on your first day. Tales of the previous owner, a once friendly soldier, still haunting the place.

You had spent the first few days unpacking, moving in your things was quite a chore but necessary. It was the third night alreadysleeping in your new home, but tonight was different

Soft knocks woke you up, you instantly went to your window, trying to check if someone was outside. No one, empty. The knocks where coming from inside. Carefully you stepped out of the bedroom, attempting to locate the knocking... it soon became clear that the soft sound of knocking on wood came from the attic door.

Filled by nonsensical bravery, you opened it and climbed the stairs, your phone flashlight worked as your guide. Thankfully the attic was empty of life, yet it was filled with old furniture and personal items. Photos of soldiers, medals, clothes, etc... The previous owner's things. Before you could keep looking you heard another knock, coming from the wall behind you.