[ WP ] Tell me the story of a psychopath hamster .

My eyes snapped awake. Groggily peering at the clock on the bedside table, I see that it is 3:47 in the morning. 
 
 Annoyed at waking up, but relieved at the prospect of several hours of sleep remaining, I roll over in bed and close my eyes. 
 
 And that's when I hear it: a slow, drawn out squeaking of a door hinge. Looking at the cage that Gerald, my hamster, lives in, I notice the door wide open. 
 
 *Oh shit. * 
 
 Last time this happened, it took days to find him, and we thought he was dead. Jumping out of bed, I frantically look around the room. *Oh no oh no oh no*. `` We *really* need to get that fixed,'' I mutter under my breath. 
 
 I flip on the lights and start examining the nooks and crannies of my room. Under the bed: no. In my dresser: no. In the closet: no. I back up, scratching my head in thought. 
 
 As my left heel comes down, I hear a gentle rolling sound, and I step on my roller skate. Arms failing, I go down hard, twisting my body at the last second to avoid hitting my head on the corner of the bed. 
 
 Upon impact with the ground, I see Gerald, scurrying away into the bathroom. *Cornered, you little shit*. Paying no mind to the roller skate, I follow him in.
