An hour after my last post I was in bed. I was just fading into sleep when it happened. The pitter patter of small feet crashing on the wood floor. It was as loud as a marching band. It clawed at my garbage can and sounded like it was doing back flips and summersalts, a mouse flying through the dark air and crashing onto the floor. I shot up
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