Torture

There's always something in my room, and I can't figure out what it is. The scratching on the walls never stops. It's constant and frightening, like a wolf is at my door, desperately clawing at the wood and trying to get in. I always wonder, as I lay in bed cuddling my cat, if I'll ever see the source of the noise. Something in me hopes I do, but mostly, I just hope it stops so I can fall asleep....