“What is that noise?” I whisper to Arabella before climbing out of bed.
It is 3 in the morning and everything else is quiet except for a scratching sound in the wall. Hearing it again, we glance at each other as I walk over to the wall to investigate further. When it stops suddenly, I stand still in hopes of finding what is causing it.
The minute it starts again, I rush towards the wall and then thump on it to scare whatever is inside. Then I hear it, the soft scurrying of little feet. “s**t!” I exclaim when I see the mouse run across the floor just below me.
Now we must get a mouse trap and see if we can catch it. If we are lucky, it won’t take long, and I don’t have to lie in bed another night with that awful scratching. It is times like these that I really wish I didn’t have inhum
