She shrugged and shook her head.
Neither of us knew where it was coming from.
Chittering clicks and squeaks rode winter air in every room of the house.
We scoured the attic and raided the cupboards – nothing.
From the basement, a thudding arose and halted with harrowing regularity.
Locked eyes betrayed our hesitation, but the door opened easily.
Noise poured out as we stepped in. The clicks and squeaks stopped. The smell of gas cloaked all others as a rush of air blew between us.
We whirled in place to see its face – tiny, red, winged and smiling as it flipped the switch to a faulty light bulb.