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But on the fourth night, it changed.

I didn't just hear creaking.

I heard footsteps.

Hey, I'm Meredith, and this is Rattled and Shook.

And today, if you're watching on video, we're in the studio.

And I'm going to be telling you, as always, a real spooky story told by a real person.

Today's story was sent in by Casey.

Thank you, Casey.

Here we go.

Music It was July 2006. That summer had a certain softness to it.

The kind where time felt looser, less demanding.

My parents and I packed up the car and drove north to Oregon, along with their two small dogs and my tiny chihuahua.

It was supposed to be a simple thing.

Five days away, coastal air, quiet mornings, nothing dramatic, nothing memorable in a bad way.

The town itself was small, quaint in that way travel brochures promise and almost never deliver.

But this one did. Narrow streets, a handful of shops, the ocean close enough that you could smell salt even

before you saw it. Our rental was a little cottage we'd found on VRBO or Verbo. I'm actually not

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