The sound came every night at 10:33. My room got super cold. More than half the time, there was a scratching coming from the back of the closet. It scared the poop out of me. It came again tonight. At exactly 10:33, I heard it. It sounded like something was trying to get out of my closet. I hid under my covers until the sound stopped.
“Have you been sleeping badly, Sam?” my dad asked.
I nodded. “I think there are mice in my closet. They keep me up from 10:33 to midnight, every night.”
“I’ll buy some traps today and we set them up after school.” I left for school. I fell asleep in all my classes. When I got home, my dad had the traps.
“Maybe we should wait for tonight, Dad. I want you to hear the noises and feel the temperature drop.”
That night, my dad slept in my room. At 10:33, the temperature dropped suddenly. A moan came from my closet. My dad sat straight up.
“Is that the mice?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Then I heard a new sound. It sounded like a faint, watery hammering. The sound moved around my room until it was over my head. I felt a breeze stir my hair. The sound moved back to the closet where it began to fade out. The scratching started. It got louder until it seemed what was trying to get out, was very close to getting out.
My dad stood and grabbed the traps. He opened the door and arranged them. The closet wall shimmered. A white form came out of it. The room got insanely cold. I could see my breath. The thing that had been terrorizing me nightly and had been trying to get out of my closet was finally out.
