Below my bed, I’d hear weird sounds every night. I used to check daily below it and found nothing. Also, all four legs of the bed used to be firm.
I’d been hearing the sounds for a month, ever since the desolated house adjacent to our home was erased to the ground, to construct a new home, by the new landlords.
I’d heard from our housemaids and the watchman that the old house was haunted.
A spirit appeared in my dream one night to disclose, “I’m your neighbor, stop the new construction, or I’ll take refuge in your bed below.”