<div align="center"><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Micheal Summers - Wondering what the hell was going on outside</em></tt></div><br/>After how ever many beers Micheal was feeling quite numb to everything that was going on around him, but still the noise outside was loud enough. He shook his head, and sat his beer to the side. He looked around the bar and then got up out of his seat. Stretching he tucked his hands in his pockets and grabbed the piece of paper that he forgot was in there. Opening it up he looked down at the number and the put it back in to his pocket.<br/><br/>Walking to the door slowly he began to look around hearing a small rattling. Turning around he looked around the bar, "What the fuck is that noise?" He spoke to himself and then shushed everyone, "Hey quiet down for a bit. Anyone else hear that?" He asked looking at everyone from eye to eye. Even the the bartender stopped breathing for a second. He looked up at the ceiling and then to the air duct. It was coming from there or at least that's what he could tell. Walking closer towards the ventilation he heard the sound clearer.<em>Rats?</em>His eyes widened,<em>something supernatural</em>he could only guess though.<br/><br/>Backing away and watching the vent closely.<br/><br/>