by …There it is again…
The whispering. No, the scuttling.
And the tapping. It’s definitely tapping.
It’s just outside the door. But the door’s open. It can’t be there.
Why doesn’t it just come in?
No.
Stay out.
DO NOT come in.
Good job I’m under this duvet; protector of the things that go bump and other terrors of the night. There is no way I’m getting up to investigate. No way at all. And the storm can rage all it wants to outside as well.
What was that?
A creak. The creak came from the door.
But the door’s open…
Sounds like glis glis inside the walls, skittering about, chewing wiring. Yuk.
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Yikes!
But I always thought the rats would have kept them away…
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: ) yikes
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You can say that again, Cheryl.
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Hmm, it sounds as though my Nocturnal Ninja paid you a visit, too! 🙂
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Yes, Diane… although yours was a lot more discreet than mine!
(I actually debated holding off posting this one as it was quite similar to yours, but then I thought well, it’s only slightly similar, so posted it anyway!) 😀
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I used to have nightmares like that!!! 🙂 ❤
Blessed Be!!!
Prenin.
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They’re not as bad when you’re asleep, Prenin! 😯
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