Tock, tock, tock

Back in third grade, there was this French Canadian live-action children's show called "Toc toc toc" that aired on a local channel. It was about a few people going on adventures while followed by an animated yellow rat. It had aired from 2007 until 2014. I still remember the hilariosity of this one character called "Mr. Craquepoutte".. and yes, it was a real show.
However, one day, I was home from school and as always, I went on the computer to watch YouTube videos. The YouTube of this era was heck amazing.. at least, long before it became the money-mongering, drama-filled and clickbait mayhem that it is today. Not trying to be a nostalgic jerk there. I was only eight, but I remember all those Flash and pivot animation videos and the YTP's, the latter being my favorites.
Then at some point, the sky was dark. Also, the PC was in the kitchen, right next to the patio doors. The curtains were closed. I heard a slight knocking....
Tock tock tock
Chills went down my spine. "What the heck?" I wondered.
Tock tock tock
This time, I felt as someone was watching me. I was about to piss my kiddie pants. I was too scared to open the curtains, so I never got to know who or what made the knocking. I was just frozen there.
TOCK TOCK TOCK
............
My adrenaline spiked. I got off the computer and ran to my mother... 
"MOOOM!! Someone's knocking at the patio door!" I shouted. Whoever was behind that door must've chuckled at my reaction.
I don't remember what she said next, but then I did stuff and went to bed. I wasn't really scared anymore.
The next morning, me and my classmates went to music class. It was that time where everyone had to tell each other their weekend... you remember those times? Pffft... music class was a complete failure for me and my little "gang" in this class during that year, because we kept messing around and not even paying any attention at all, while nothing was done to keep discipline. My ADHD was in its early years, and I was influenced by those defiant kids.
Eventually, it was my turn. I told the story of the knocking the previous day... and as soon as I mentioned "Tock tock tock", someone referenced the show... and all the kids laughed. Except me of course. I was pissed. Bullying happened a whole lot to me back then and it was horrible. But this barely scratched the surface.
The day after, I went to school, again, and I got off the bus. As I went to the locker, not one kid was following me. It felt so awkward. As I went to class, all the kids were absent except me.. The whole class was VACANT. All the chairs were still on the desks. Nobody was coming even after the bell rang. "Holy shit...." echoed my inner voice. So I just sat at my desk for a minute, waiting for anyone to come.... no one did. I was 110% convinced everyone was absent. 
My teacher was at her desk, and she didn't seem well. She had her hands on her head and was looking down, about to snap. I looked at her and asked why the kids were all absent. I had never seen anything like that before. She looked at me, and her face could tell me she had seen way too much or something like that. I think she received calls from the parents that told horrible things. She got defensive and said "Go home! Just go home!! No school today!" with a very irritated and paranoid tone.
"But everyone else is here in the school except this class" I replied.
"Shut up! Just go home!!"
She started crying heavily and her face was tomato red. I felt really bad for her.
I was the kind of kid to easily cry at unexpected moments, but this time I didn't. But I had this terrible feeling in my gut. I felt something was very, VERY wrong. The knock wasn't a prank after all.
I called my mom, explained everything to her, then she came to pick me up. During that time she had no job and was a single mom (she still is a single mom though... but now she has a job). I was still happy to not go to school that day..
There were police cars all around town. At home, the news said about 19 kids in my area went missing overnight. The 19 other kids in my classroom. I recognized all their names and pictures. Even my best and only friend was missing. For the next month, the show didn't even air at all for some reason. I was transfered to another classroom for the rest of the year just to have company and to keep on track with my studies. My former teacher quit her job and went teaching in another school. I didn't even wanna watch the show ever again. There weren't any lost episodes or shit like that. The following summer, we moved to another town. No one was talking about the missing kids anymore. Everyone had seemed to have forgotten.
I tried to forget about all of this since then, but sometimes the memories just pop up.
My grandpa started having more rats in the ceiling of his basement, so he placed a mouse trap to catch them. One of the rats had yellow fur.
Category:Partially based on real events