One morning I arose from my floor. I do not remember sleeping on the floor, however when I found myself slowly getting up I saw my chair had fallen down, just where my small table was set-up. I stood up, breathed in and out, and noticed a bottle of rum on the table, upside down.. empty. 'Arh, I said.. Must have had a few to many last night, and collapsed in my chair, which must explain why I was on the...' Before I could finish my sentence a rattling sound sprang out within my ears. I turned behind me with a quick spin, so fast that my neck twirled all around to witness my surroundings. 'Clung, Clung,'.. 'Where was this noise coming from!', I whispered under my breathe. I stood still, for this noise grew louder, my eyes didn't move from the wall it was staring at, my body froze with awe. I felt spaced-out, like the blood was rushing all through my body. I Clenched my fist, waiting.. and waiting.. And with a Loud Yell, I threw my Fist into the wall, The Rats Hour had Come!' ... 'SMASH, CLUNG, BANNG'. My fists bounding my walls, the fists were covered in fur, and wool, with blood squirting out from the cracks of the walls floorboards, I couldn't see where all this material was coming from, it was like as if when the walls were torn apart, they were alive!.... Out of the darkness a deep, loud , garnish tone came from within the broken walls scattered across my floor. 'It's time I returned the favor!' it called out, the voice echoing throughout my whole living room area, sweat heating across my head, my tears became cold full of cement.. With out even thinking, I took my shoes off.. only to find that they were.. all covered in rat tails.