Knock, Knock, Knock

“Knock, Knock, Knock.” I heard the familiar knocking inside my walls. “Probably just the pipes,” I thought to myself. I was sitting in my living room drinking a cup of tea as I heard it. It had been going on for weeks, so I disregarded it as I had previously. I went out to try and find the source of the banging, finally sick of it. It was only now that I noticed that I had a rat problem. I saw the hole in my wall and instantly, I forgot all about the banging. I decided I'd go buy some rat traps, and leave the banging for later. I went over to the local supermarket and grabbed some rat traps and chocolate. I went home and set up several traps. In the process I noticed more holes. Some were just perfectly circular pits, about three feet off the ground. I eventually worked my way to the largest of the holes. I bent down to place a trap. I immediately discovered the source of the knocking, as a large grey hand with long spindly fingers reached out and grabbed my wrist.