He didn't believe me. Not until it touched him.
For three weeks, I heard it before he did.
Scratching in the wall behind our headboard. A soft rustle in the pantry. Little feet on the kitchen floor at 1 AM.
Every time, I'd wake him up. Every time, he'd mumble the same thing.
"It's just the house settling."
"It's probably the neighbor's cat outside."
"You're being paranoid, Rach."
I started to believe him more than I believed myself.
Then, at 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, something ran across his bare foot on the way to the bathroom.
He didn't say a word about being wrong. He didn't have to.
I've never seen a grown man move that fast in my life.
If you've ever been the one hearing it, seeing it, or feeling it while everyone else in your house insists you're imagining things you already know how lonely that is.
Here's what I discovered that finally ended it, in both of our houses. It's not a trap. It's not poison. And it's not the peppermint stuff we'd already tried and watched fail.
Stick with me, because the reason it works surprised even our exterminator.