As I went to bed I realized something.

"That's what the Daily Rat was writing in their newspapers," I snorted. "That creature at night."

I fell asleep. Instead of a good dream, I had a nightmare.

I dreamed that I was running through the forest. I could hear giant footsteps behind me.

I tripped on a rock and fell down. I looked up. A huge creature loomed over me. I screamed as it closed in.

I woke up. It was 6:40 am. I got out of bed, got dressed, and drove to the Rodents Gazette.

I turned on the lights and walked into my office. I went on the computer to type my story about cats.

It would be called Don't Go Outside At Night. It would feature two mice who are terrorized by a cat at night.

"What are you doing up?" A voice asked. I turned and saw my friend Hercules Poirat. He was a detective and loved solving mysteries.

"I'm writing a horror novel," I said. "But you're afraid of your own shadow," Hercules chuckled. I stared at him angrily. He never took me seriously.

Then Trap and Petunia came. "Geronimo's making a horror novel," Hercules said.

They gave me some advice.

"Make it a mystery novel," Hercules said. "It will make the story interesting."

"No, no, no," Trap said. "Make it entertaining with a lot of action and drama."

"Make it however you like, Gerry, I will read it anyway," Petunia said. I smiled. Petunia has the best advice.

"I will," I said. I looked at the time.

It was 8:30 am. Mice ran in. Pinky Pick, my assistant, rushed in with a newspaper.

"I read this newspaper, it was awesome," She said, handing me a newspaper. I looked at it. My eyes widened.

It was the newspaper from The Daily Rat. Of course, it was about the strange creature 'Midnight'.

"We do not read newspaper from the Daily Rat!" I squeaked, throwing the newspaper out the window.

It fluttered to a bush. A huge hand reached for it and grabbed it.