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There has been a pounding a screeching that I hear through the cracks on the floor. Seems like only I can hear it but the sound, the sound, is too loud it ignore. I've checked and checked, removed the boards and found nothing. This noise is driving me crazy I have to find it, find that something.

its a rat!!

No, no, no, no, no, I've laid the traps, I've bought the cheese but nothing bites,









Rats seemed plausible but the problem lies within the lack of droppings or any, any, other signs that it was rats, mice, or something. No, no, it has to be something, something at the root of this noise. This pounding is driving me mad, its driving me to the point of driving this knife inside my ear, I'll drive this knife to end the incessant pounding that's d r i v i n g me. I have no choice.

those are little termites working hard. you just have the super power to hear even the smallest noises.

I don't want these powers. I want none of this. This pounding. screeching sound is driving me, driving me, driving me to the end of the road.
I can't take it.


This load upon my shoulders ever bearing down on me. this weight i'll take no more. I've said my prayers and to my lack of surprise I heard nothing but the wind blowing, howling, taking with it my sanity this will end, I implore. Grasping the hand; blade cold to the touch. A coldness with a warm comforting feeling. The feeling that knowing the pounding and screeching and banging and crying and hating and being will cease. With a jab and another the motions quick and without hesitation. A loud pop was heard then silence. Silence sweet silence how comforting and welcoming the sound is. How is it that this is what I wanted and I found it now, And I have it now. I can rest again.









But the noise still persists.