Noise
“What is that noise?” she thought to herself. It only
happened during the day, and the nights were peaceful and quiet.
Stealthily, she crept around the tiny, renovated
church, trying to pinpoint its origin.
People had warned her that the building was so old a
bulldozer would be a mercy, but she had ignored the naysayers and turned it
into a cozy, perfect little home for herself.
Climbing the narrow stairs to the steeple, she poked
her flashlight through a crack in the door and sighed.
They had been right, after all.
She really did have bats in her belfry.
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