Creepy Rufus The Mole Rat Novels & Stories

Infact , the deep fissure that was enough to swallow Her and Ron whole was no where enough to even take a single hoove of that monster . " What in the world is that ?" said Chelsea with a deep breath , trying her best to not to freak out " Its horrible and What's this horrible stench coming in our direction " The closer the monster came to them , the closer it brought it stench of rotting meat with it . Soon the stench wafting over to their direction overcame her nostrils and Chelsea silently gagged . Gosh , when was the last time this monster took a bath ? " Its a minotauraus " said Malcolm unlike Ron and Chelsea he haven't covered his nose ; maybe being closer to the minotauraus for so lon

“Look what you made me do. Peel myself like a vegetable.” “You already do that in the banya. Strip off your skin like a banana. It is the creepiest thing since my school's cafeteria food, especially the Monday Surprise. I am pretty sure that is made of mushed up rats. At least, I imagine it tastes like a creature that eats trash.” Morozko narrowed his eyes. “And how, mooncalf, am I creepy?”

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.

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

Their loud conversations as they brought in coolers for my organs. But most importantly, the glass jars. Lining the walls of the underground laboratory were long glass jars. Each jar had a pup suspended in liquid… but not normal dead pups. They looked like a failed experiment. The pups were mangled, like they had been tortured before death. Most of them a cross between a wolf and a child. Alpha Tristan swore hotly, his eyes flashing amber as he ran a hand through his hair. It was the most emotion I had ever seen him show.

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."