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Turn on the lights and investigate the room…

You get out of bed and turn on the lights. The room looks normal at first, as you make a quick cursory glance around its perimeter. Everything is normal; the walls are covered with seventeen years of champion pee-wee golf tournament awards, the floor is the same orange shag it has always been. Most importantly, Mr. Snuffles is still on the dresser. But the strange tapping continues. You find it hard to locate where it is coming from.