On any given weekday my dog Faith and I have been known to retire between 10:45 and midnight since I wake for work at 6:45. Tonight we laid down at 11:00, about fifteen minutes later we are roused by a faint but persistent scratching noise. Thinking it was beginning to rain, I rolled over and did my best to ignore it. Faith however perked up and began to stare at the upper corner of the room as if her eyes could burn holes through the drywall. Whatever, she's a dog, I ignore her too.
Within minutes the noise grows louder and I can now hear something scurrying in the rafters. Having just finished watching Scooby-Doo we proceeded to investigate in the only appropriate manner. I grabbed a flashlight and Faith ran off (ostensibly to obtain "Scooby Snax" but in actuality to hide).
I went upstairs into the crawlspace in the attic expecting to find a squirrel or even a mouse. Ducking under sagging insulation and cobwebs I proceeded on my hands and knees into the gloom. The sound had by now stopped but I knew it was up there hiding in some dark, musty corner and I was intent to shoo it out.
As I approached the farthest reaches of the attic a shape emerged from the stygian blackness. Far too large to be a local critter and definitely not alive. I abandoned my search for the elusive creature and took the object out with me. Here is what I found:
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And what was that in the corner?
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As I type this the house is once again silent, I presume because the horrors I uncovered above, now freed from their dusty tomb are now plotting the most sinister way possible to swallow my soul. Wish me luck dear reader and pray that I make it to the dawn.
*edit* None of that stuff is mine, it apparently came with the house
