Today there's a new family in my house. I wonder if they know I'm here or that this is my house.... I don't really care.... I'm so tired of the noise they make.... The stomping, the talking, the shouting, the moving and the BREATHING bothers me... My house is also complaining at their roughness. It's starting to creak and move in discomfort... Compared to my gentle and almost non-existing touch, theirs is like a horse kick in the stomach... My poor, poor house is crying at the night, uncounsiously creating EVEN MORE noise to bother me...
Now they are CUTTING in my house... They say that they are going to make it larger. Why can't they just take another house? A bigger house that belongs to someone else! Then they can bother THAT someone instead!! The rats aren't complaining... they say that the family brings them food. I ask them why they bring the food to the rats if they still are going to kill them. The rats are silent and stop talking to me.
.... The children are coming closer to my resting place. Now is my chance to drive the little pests away from us... so that I can finally rest in peace.... They enter the attic with their big little human eyes searching every corner... The smaller one, a female with light fur on her head, see the black spot on the floor and calls for the other child to come and look at it... I can see their head from above as they bend over to explore the spot. A drip can be heard as I open my sharp toothed mouth and lowers myself towards them, my black drool dripping from my mouth and into the spot. The children turns their head towards me and screams their small fearfull shrieks before I let my mouth cover the smaller ones head...
When the parents rushes into the attic, the children are gone and they shall remain so. All that's left is the slightly larger puddle. I smile...
Lots of noise is heard for a few years before the house finally is empty. Nobody will ever live here again... Sometimes a little group of people come with their cameras and wake me up. I'm always sure to give them a good show so that the rest of the humans won't come here... Then I can rest for a while, giving my house loving strokes over the wounds the humans caused.
Today a group of people came to my house with torches in their hands.... The parents who intruded in my house is in the front of the group.... I hope they won't make to much noise... I'm so tired............
THE END
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