Loud and Noisy

Koren was trying to read peacefully in her flat. She had a cup of tea steaming on the little end table and even a bowl of chocolate covered espresso beans next to that. The book was a good one, a well-worn copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (the main character reminded her vaguely of John, somehow) that her brother had gifted to her a long time ago.

It was all perfect for a night of reading, except for one thing. That infernal racket! It was a symphony of creaking and groaning and banging and scritching and other odd and end noises. It was driving her mad, it was! She was this close to storming up to 221b, stealing the pistol she had heard go off a couple times before and filling her walls with lead in an attempt to stop whatever it was.

But alas, she was too sane as of yet to fall prey to the urges. Her fingers twitched though, she kinda wanted to text Mycroft and see if he would take her some place else until she called someone to look at the thrice damned walls. She honestly couldn't say what in the bloody hell was going on with it, but she was sure the nearest underground neighbour (she was pretty sure there was that one lady John had told her about in Mrs. Turner's basement...) was going batty as well...