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There it was again.
She was perfectly still in bed and could hear the scratching – the rapid beats of thousands of tiny fingers across endless keyboards.
It’d started last week. She’d hear it in the small silences, but convince herself it was nothing. Her imagination. The brushing of branches. Perhaps a small leak.
It was not.
The tapping, chattering rhythms became louder. Became agitated. Angry.
She’d wished them away, and she’d put down the snapping traps and the tacky paper and the bitter poison.
And still they skittered. Still they ran within her walls and into her nightmares.