Learning as I go: Lost under the house

“Do you hear that?” “Hear what?” my husband asked. “It almost sounds like a cat. Like it’s under the house, right below my chair.” “There’s nothing down there. You’re hearing things.” “I just heard it again. I’m telling you, there’s something under the house.” We grabbed a couple flashlights and pulled the skirting back on the side of the house. David shined the light all around. “There’s nothing under here,” he said as the beam moved back and forth. �