I remember when I was a kid, I had to stay at my house alone for a week because my Dad was away for national guard, and my mom had to travel out of town to visit a sick relative, and there was some kind of animal trapped behind my bedroom walls. I’m not sure what it was, but it scratching and pounding like crazy to get out. It was definitely too big to be a mouse or even a squirrel.
It would often make a loud moaning noise like a sick cow. I remember it scared so much hearing it every night for a week, but I think it freaked me out even more when it finally grew quiet because I knew it was dead.
What a horribly sad story. Didn’t you tell anyone or check it out later?
Ancient stuff like that makes us feel guilty, in spite of ourselves - even when it was absolutely not our fault and there was nothing we could do to help the situation. I think everyone has similar experiences like that which are just a part of living and being human.
That is a very frightening and sad story, MNDude. Pretty horrible week for a little kid...
Thinking Edgar Allen Poe