My closet is right across the hall from the "Tool Room". First of all, something happened in that room that caused blood to splatter on the ceiling. I'm not sure what and my family doesn't know either. I have never like that room so the door is closed. I allways have a feeling that something bad happened in there and thats why I hate it.
One day I was getting some clothes from my closet and I heard what seemed to be a mouse squealling in pain. I was terrified because I never heard that noise before. After it stopped I heard a giggle coming from the room. I ran upstairs not looking back and found my dad and held on tight to him. He asked me why I was holding on to him. I dragged him downstairs and had him go into the room On the floor there was a dead mouse. I told him what happened. He thought it was my cat. But the door was closed and my cat had been sleeping for quite sometime. I haven't been able to come up with a logic explanation for it and my dad said it was just mice fighting. I still don't know what it was.
