That noise! That annoying squeaking noise which on most nights wakes me up is once again in my head. My eyes spring forward bleary but I am able to see the clock. Twelve midnight on the dot, it seemed like clockwork in all sense of the word that it happened at this time.
I had done this before, many nights, waking up angry and upset but giving up and going back to sleep. Tonight is different however, I have a big test tomorrow, one that will determine if I fail my college class and the last thing I need is this. Pulling myself from my bed I step from my room tracing the sound as I walk. I need not worry too much about where it is coming from, that mystery had been solved about a week ago. It was Phil and his wife Denise and from what I could tell that night as I leaned my ear against the door was that they were having a good time.
This little brat is tired of being woken up every night and tonight I am determined to put a stop to it one way or the other. If it was their wish for me to hear them in their raw moments of pleasure then I would let them know I could watch as well. Little did I know as I swung the door open I would realize that I may have bitten off more than I can swallow