Free Me The scratching on the walls were driving me crazy. Everyday I search the house for rodents, I called a half dozen different pest control companies and they found nothing. Tomorrow I am going to break the wall down and finally find out what is causing that annoying scratching sound. I opened my eyes, and stared straight at the bane of my sleep. The wall in front of me, so innocent. Just a wall with a painting of a girl running through a field of jasmine hanging on it. The real estate lady said it was a painting of the previous owners daughter. As I lay here looking at the painting, I can still hear the scratching behind that wall. It sounds like something is trying to gnaw its way out. Soon the sun will rise and I will take a hammer to it. At last, the sun is rising. I rush out of bed straight to the garage to get my hammer. As I rushed back into my bedroom, hammer in hand. The painting, it has been turned around. I stand there staring at the back of the pai...