The Attic

I woke up pretty early this morning to discover that something rather large is running around in the attic of my grandmother's place. It was freaking me out because I know no one's been up there since who knows when. And it was just sort of just running around and it sounded about the size of a medium-small dog. I still hear it as I'm typing this so, I'm probably just going to crank up the music to drown out the sound of whatever is up there. That way I won't have to know if the animal is digging a hole in the floor of the attic to place rat nests all over the place while I'm taking a shower.