There is something down there

One night I was sleeping with my Mom at our cabin. In the middle of the night I heard a horrible noise. I was convinced it was some wild animal down in the main part of the cabin. The bedrooms were up in a loft area. One bedroom was closed-in and the other was open to the room below separated by a balcony. My mother and I were in the open bedroom. I nudged my mother awake and whispered, “Listen, I think there is a wild animal in the cabin.” We were quiet for a few moments when we heard the sound again. It sounded like a horrible animal growling in hunger looking for something to eat. I lay petrified in bed. My mother listened to a few more growls.
“Go back to bed dear, it is just your cousin snoring in the next room.”