So I'm working happily, banging out the next chapter of my book,
“Hot Heads,” when I hear a scratching noise in the ceiling above me. Something definitely not right, a sound that could only be a living creature up there. Lowering the attic stairs I cautiously climbed them, nervous – because I seem to remember that this is how “The Exorcist” started. Judging by the sound of the scratching I expected to find nothing smaller than a tiger roaming the roof rafters, but surprisingly I could find no sign of the intruder. Time to do some research.
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