Romans & histoires Creepy Rufus The Mole Rat

But that’s not what caught my attention. Kneeling by the water, apparently washing some clothes, was a figure about the size of child, a ten-year-old maybe. But not a child. Not even a human. In fact what it most resembled was a large rat. Covered in white fur. With a tail. I nudged Maurice next to me and pointed. He slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked in the direction I was indicating. His mouth fell open. “Is that a rat-woman?” The rat-person did look like a female. Not because she was doing the laundry (I’m not that sexist), not even because she was wearing a long yellow skirt, like a sarong (men wear them, too), but because of the six breasts on her chest.

That woman belonged in a psychiatric hospital because she was clearly delusional. Elias put his hand on Lola her shoulder, “Just let her continue. Can’t be any harm in that.” Feline gave him a grateful look, “Thank you, Elias. I know it all sounds crazy. Anyway, recently there have been a lot of incidents that make us suspect that those species still exist somewhere. What we need from you is to find out if they do. You will look for them for a year and whether you find them or not after that year each of you will receive a million dollars.”

It didn’t belong to my wolf either—she was trembling so much I could feel her fear mixing with mine. Slowly, I swept my torchlight across the room. Nothing. The corners were empty. The door was locked—exactly as I left it. The windows were shut. It was dead silent outside. Maybe I was hallucinating. Maybe three weeks of nightmares, fear, hunger, and loneliness had finally snapped something inside me. Then— The rat appeared again. Right in front of me. Unmoving. Waiting. Before I could react, its body began to change. Bones cracked. Skin stretched. Fur melted into pale flesh.

I moved forward three inches, then immediately backtracked three and a half. He chuckled. "Can you at least describe what it looks like?" I asked nervously. "It moves," he replied simply. Ghosts move too, you know! My patience was wearing thin. "Wait, let me think..." Alpha Sebastian appeared to be making a genuine effort to recall details. "Furry. And quite small." Furry? Small? A rat. It had to be a rat - one of my greatest fears. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed his arm. "Alpha, be brave! Let's call security!"

Clinging to the ceiling, twenty feet away, was a nightmare. It had been a dog once. Maybe a mastiff. Now, it was a mass of muscle and exposed bone, its skin sloughing off in black strips. It had no eyes, just empty sockets leaking black fluid. Its jaw unhinged, revealing rows of needle-teeth that glowed with violet light. And it wasn't alone. Behind it, scuttling out of the broken tombs, were a dozen more. Rats the size of cats. A thing that might have been a badger, now twisted into a spined horror.

SSSSSH. Some of them jumped at the sudden sound of sand being displaced. Something in the corner of Angie's field of vision caught her attention. A huge mole-like creature crawled out of the ground. Its nose looked alien with all its long thin tentacles writhing about. No one could locate its eyes among its dense fur, so they presumed it to be blind. Then, the mole-like creature disappeared into the ground as suddenly as it appeared, leaving behind a slight depression in the ground.

As I ventured deeper, a low growl echoed through the tunnels, a guttural symphony that hinted at the presence of something far more ominous than the shadows. Suddenly, from the darkness emerged a horde of rats, their eyes glinting with an unsettling intelligence that transcended the natural order. These were no ordinary rodents; their size rivaled that of dogs, and their fur, matted and bristling, added to their grotesque appearance. My gaze locked onto their gnashing teeth, each rodent a harbinger of the unnatural lurking in the subterranean labyrinth. The rats moved with a collective precision, a predatory dance that echoed through the damp tunnels. Their tails whipped the air, leaving a t

The thought of Alice's erratic movements and secretive tone, and my disappearing parents, made me increasingly uneasy and irritable, "Am I making a mistake by coming here?" He took a deep breath and his face moved closer to mine, "WHOO!" His round pupils elongated and contracted violently. "What's Wrong?" I looked at the golden-eyed creature, and he moved his nose and raised his chin toward my cheek. "Mason?" It doesn't feel good to be sniffed. The air inside his nose that goes in and out runs through my skin, creating layers of goosebumps. "Mason!" I imagined my ears wrapped in this soft, cold, sticky object. "Well, now we know you have lizard genes."

~Muriel~ I shuddered upon seeing Lucian and Grey. Though Grey hasn’t been mistreating me, the place alone kills me. The creepy rats that bother my sleep, the mosquitoes, the cold, and the eerie darkness that prevents me from sleeping peacefully. I gathered my miserable self and stood up, staggering back to the wall.

Suddenly a pungent smell hit him, causing Mole to sneeze violently. When Mole sneezed, the entire crowd burst into laughter again. "Hey, Elder Mole, is there really anything to see here?! This kid obviously just whipped up some old mudball to fool us." "Exactly! You're taking it so seriously and making yourself look bad. In my opinion, this is just a mudball. There's no need to look any further!" Listening to the chaotic voices around him, Mole's expression turned slightly unpleasant. Originally, he had a faint hope in his heart regarding Frank's pill. But after such careful observation, he was disappointed to find that this pill... no, this mudball had nothing remarkable about it.