My imagination has no boundaries. It just likes to run free. And thats how I came to be standing in the hallway at 3am last night watching the manhole. To make sure that the homeless cripple who lives in my roof didn't jump down into the house.
Of course I don't really have a homeless cripple living in my roof. Well, at least I hope I don't. Because I would have crapped myself if he really did jump out of the manhole.
See it started as a rat. Probably still is. I lay in bed and listened to this rat scratching around in the roof. A big galloping rat who likes to keep busy through the night. Then I thought it seemed to big and heavy for a rat and maybe it was a possum or even a cat.
And thats when my imagination took over the show. It told convinced me that it was actually a homeless crippled man up there. With long grey hair and a beard wearing a long black coat. He has long broken nails and he walks about like a monkey on his hands and feet. (He has to walk like that for the scratching effect to work). And it convinced me that the reason there was so much noise going on up there was because he plays bowls with all the severed heads he collects during the day.
So then it all went quiet and thats when I freaked out. And I got out of bed and went and stood in the hallway and watched the manhole for a couple of minutes, until I realised I was not really being sensible.
I need to buy some rat traps.