
A mystery sound. A tiny squeak heard only in the wee hours of the morning between sleep and waking when imagination turns anything into a nightmare.
The thought “MOUSE” strikes terror in my heart. I’m not getting up! Who would scream louder, me or the mouse? Drifting back to sleep…
Next night brings memories of watching old horror movies late at night in a century old house. Maybe we have a ghost. Definitely not getting up! Taking longer to go back to sleep.
Restless nights spent praying, “The light of God surrounds me…” Oh Lord, don’t let it get me! Finally, courage summoned for a trip to the bathroom and the thing that goes squeak in the night is about to be revealed…
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Copyright 2012 by R.A. Robbins
Darn Cat!!!
