I can hear something scurrying in my walls. No, not something, someTHINGS. I don't know what. My dog hears it too. They sound like rain, if rain were a ton of tiny feet pounding above me. THERE IT IS AGAIN. I'm scared.
This is some horror movie shit. What the actual hell do I do???
Ik, weird place to post how I'm either going insane or my ceiling is about to collapse under the weight of hundreds of rats in my walls/ceiling/whatever (THEY ARE ABOVE ME.) but I have no one to talk to but maybe my parents.
THERE. AGAIN. You all can't AGAIN THERE IT IS. Sorry you all can't hear it but I feel like marking it here.
Maybe I immerse myself too much into stories. Maybe I'm insane, or mentally unwell, but I feel like I need to say something, anywhere, in case this is a fucking horror movie.
I don't want to turn the lights off.
I'm so scared.
I love June Egbert I love June Egbert I love June Egbert
