So my friends and I wrote a sort-of- poem….enjoy!
I knew something was off from the beginning. The late night squeaking and constant creaking. One night I decided to take a look. I peered in through a hole in the floorboards and saw the beast. With black beady eyes and sharp claws it stared into my soul; a monster staring back at me through the hole. As I peered in for longer and longer it spotted me; a face that will forever haunt me. With a squeak and a startled expression, it ran from my vision further into the hole. I then heard more squeaks and scratching and then a rumbling. The ground shook as thousands of the beasts ran through under the floor running past me as I looked through the hole. But this was no suprise to me as I knew this day would come, the day he had completed…His army…of Gerbils. The world would soon end. As I see them gather their pin like swords and small shields to defend. No cats could save us now…from the beasts under the floorboards.