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When Maya first moved into the creaky Victorian on Maple Street, she was more excited about the original hardwood floors than the dust‑laden attic that loomed above the bedroom. The landlord, a spry old man named Mr. Whitaker, handed her the keys with a wink and a cryptic piece of advice: “If you hear a soft thump at night, don’t chase it. It’s just the house settling.” He laughed, but Maya could sense a story lurking behind his chuckle.