Martha's thoughts spun as she recalled the strange sounds in her house. The scratching in the walls, the rustling in the attic—it all made sense now. She shuddered, realizing how close she had been to the creature all along. "Was it living here this whole time?" she wondered. George watched her intently, noticing the shift in her expression. "It's connected, isn't it?" she asked, her mind racing with memories of sleepless nights and eerie noises.