Here I come to save the day!

The weather forecast said it would be humid. I believe "100 percent humidity" was mentioned. To me, that meant, turn the fan towards the bed because 70 degrees blowing from the air conditioning still isn't enough. When I peered out the window, the lamp across the street already had a halo, or more like an orb around it. Apparently, a cloud had parked itself outside and there was absolutely no wind to convince it to move on.
Outside seems a little eerie. I would have expected complete silence but with the cover, every form of nature had opened there mouths. The sound was as though I was in a low budget horror flick from the south.
I slipped into a light slumber before the sound started. Something started lightly tapping their nails on the wall downstairs... at first. I thought,"It's probably just the neighbor lady." I dosed back off. A few minutes in a light slumber feels like an eternity. Then the sound changed. I can't tell but I think she started digging into the wall with a spoon. I keep listening, a little more awake now, to the slow dragging sound.
My mind started wandering. I thought of a slow, methodic man attempting to escape from prison using a stolen spoon. A young couple sitting outside in a porch swing slowly rocking while the chain rubs on the large thick hook could emit such a noise. But no... There was a little ick sound every couple of seconds quietly hiding behind the rubbing or grinding or gnawing.
I'm now awake. I hesitated for a couple more minutes before rising like Nosferatu. Since I was in imagination mode I actually tried to rise like Orlock before simply sitting up. A few moments later, I had pulled on my used jeans a pair of flippy floppys, and my pit-stained tee to track down this mysterious sound.
My mind was wandering. I had that scared feeling a child has when they turn off the light and bound into bed from several feet away just so the monsters can't grab them.
For an added effect, the lamp between the condos was flickering and my mind really started to take off. Zombies were a couple feet passed the visibility line scratching at the windows.
The sound stopped!
I froze. Seconds slipped by, feeling like hours. Frogs, crickets, bugs of all sorts were audible, but not that damn sound. I forced myself to push on in a quick three step frenzy. One, Two, Three!
I'm sure the down stairs lady thinks different of me to this day. I'm sure the armadillo hasn't heard a grown man scream at the top of his lungs. After lurching back from the "Zombie-Dillo" and explaining to the neighbor why I was outside her bedroom window, I managed to get inside. I locked my door, laid down in shame, and laughed so hard I started to weep... Only from one eye though!