'What is that noise?" I whisper to Arabella before climbing out of bed.

It is 3 in the morning and everything else is quiet except for a scratching sound in the wall. Hearing it again, we glance at each other as I walk over to the wall to investigate further. When it stops suddenly, I stand still in hopes of finding what is causing it.

The minute it starts again, I rush towards the wall and then thump on it to scare whatever is inside. Then I hear it, the soft scurrying of little ...