Still, I had to know. I had to see what it was making that sound.
Funny thing is, the moment I opened my eyes, the sound stopped. Like it knew I woke up and could hear it. I stayed very still and quiet, and suddenly the sound was there again. I was, at that moment, officially shitting my pants. But that did not stop me from getting up, turning on the light and standing still, just staring at the place where the sound was coming from. If that'd been a slasher movie, I'd be dead already.
I noticed then some kindling by the door. First thing I thought was: OMG BORROWERS ARE REAL. But then I came to my senses and went back to bed. I left the light on and covered myself all the way up to my eyes, so I could still see if anything paranormal where to happen.
As with all cases, of course... It didn't. I saw movement on top of the tv cabinet and stared at it. It was a little mouse walking around. I watched it scavenge for a few minutes. Then the mouse climbed on my tv and I thought: OHHH NO BITCH, IT'S OOON NOW!
I kept looking at it while reaching slowly for my phone. I called my hero of course: my dad. Duh. We scared the mouse into the bathroom and trapped it there. I mean c'mon, it was 2 am, we weren't gonna do any mouse catching that day.
Next day we forgot to hunt it down, and still I'm not sure if the mouse made my bathroom his residence or if it left. I like to think he lives inside the wire box I have there, going out at night and laughing at us.
