Rats, Rats, Rats, as I mumbled to myself. Grim Was I, when I killed it. It has eyes like mine, fingers like mine, a soul... .. like mine. I cleaned the scissors, which were now useless as I threw the last pieces of it into the bin, the pound of the sound bounces away the soulless carcass, as it too fell into the pit. I stormed and wondered, my chest filled with bats, that clung onto me like a caves rusty surface. Shoes, Shoes, ... It wore shoes on. A knocking came at the door, I my swung right open glaring towards the door in the distance, the gleam of sunlight staring through my old wooden windows, dust hung in the air. Another Knock 'dung, dung'. The Sound hurt my ears, as no one ever visited me here, not now, not ever. Was this rat, something of value? someones Pet maybe? 'no.. no..' I groaned. I stepped up away from the bin, and slowly walked towards my door, with wasn't that far away to where I was sitting down, investigating the mess I had just endured. My slow unsettled figure, grew quicker at a pace as my arm was stretched out with my hand leading my body towards the doorknob. I opened the door, only to find my scissors, on the floor.. opened.. blood fresh on the blade, I stood there.. glaring at them.. goosebumps fell into my body.. I gasped for air.. I slowly looked up to find a figure standing there. 'You dropped something.'