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Strange things had been happening in our home. It started with faint rustling—soft scratching sounds buried deep within the walls. At first, my husband and I brushed it off, blaming our old house or noisy neighbors. But as days passed, the noises grew louder, sharper, and eerily persistent, especially in the quiet hours of dawn.
One afternoon, unable to ignore it any longer, I pressed my ear to the guest room wall. A faint vibration pulsed through the plaster, like something alive shifting inside.
“That’s it—we’re opening this wall,” my husband said, grabbing an axe. Blow after blow, the rumbling intensified until, with a final strike, the plaster gave way.
What we saw drained the color from our faces.
Behind the wall writhed hundreds of wasps, their colossal nest sprawling through the hollow space. Later we learned such colonies can grow to thousands within a season, their venomous stings potentially fatal for children or those allergic.
We had unknowingly been sleeping beside a nightmare.
