Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

This is a continuation to "Pile of Rats"


A few nights pass since my senseless connection with a pile of rats. My parents still have that worry face on. I can see the fear burn through their eyeballs. I went to bed early to get rest for my basketball game the next day. An annoying scratching sound echoed from my window. It had woke me from a dead sleep. My heart was pounding in my chest. To calm my nerves, I told myself it was just a cat or some kind of animal wanting to get in, so I laid back down on my soft silky sheets. I put the blanket over my entire body. As I tried to fall back asleep, the scratching noises pierced my eardrums. I squirmed from the sound that felt like needles penetrating my ears. I heard a couple loud thuds. It sounded kind of like biker boots stomping on the ground from heal to toe. I though to myself that seems to much like the movies, but only it was real. The footsteps froze at the foot of my bed. Everything went silent. Only sounds of my heart drumming like a heavy metal drummer, and my breaths struggling to come out. I was trying to be as quiet as I can, but it seems like I was breathing through a megaphone. I slowly start to take my blanket off my sweating face. As I start to see the silhouette of the rat man, he quickly grabbed my feet and jerked me off of the bed. I tried to scream, but my throat was so dry It hurt to try to swallow. His touch was extremely hot. My legs turned blood red and slightly purple. He scratched his fingernails across my chest, causing my chest and stomach to badly bleed. My parents must of heard the bang from my body hitting the floor, because I heard my parents hustle out of their bed. The rat man lifted me about two feet off the cold linolium floor. His dark glowing red eyes peered into mine. My eyes widen from terror. The smell of rotten flesh, once again, fill the room. I punch and kick at him but it had no effect. He pulled me closer to his body. I am still staring deep into his soulless eyes, while he opens his mouth. Sharp jagged teeth fill the top and bottom rows. They look like they were rotten, but when it bit my nose and pulled it clean off my face, it was strong like shark teeth. Then My bedroom door swung open. I'm sitting up in my bed. My parents asked me if I was ok. I uncontrollably said that I was great. They told me goodnight and sleep tight and to not let the bedbugs bite. Little do they know how ironic that sounds. They close my door and go back to their gigantic bed. I thought to myself "how did they not see the blood that covered the bedroom walls and my body". I'm sure they had to have saw something. I stand up out of my bed. My toes freezing from the cold floor. I knew I should have wore socks to bed. I noticed that I no longer have the blood pouring out my skin. I feel for my nose. My nose is numb but atleast I know it was there. I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge, not sure what I was looking for. My head slowly twist to the microwave that is sitting powerless on the counter top. I slowly tip-toe to the burgundy and chrome microwave. A smirk rises on my face. A light giggle naturally slips out. My mind flies into terror as a horrific thought comes to mind. My hand reaches out and grabs a shiny silver fillet knife off of the knife holder. I whisper in the dim lighted kitchen, "Kid, I am in control now. Relax and nothing bad will come to you." I walk into the doorway and open the door to my parents room. They sleep silently as I stare into their room with a huge smile on my face. 

......To Be Continued

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