Creepy Rufus The Mole Rat Novels & Stories

I hear the feet of the animal Noroya is using today, scurrying across the floor. “Mind your business! Don’t you have some family to curse? That’s the job He gave you, isn’t it? Must be a breeze if you can find the time to taunt me.” The creature runs under my table and begins to climb one of the legs. “Looking through that book will do you no good. I know it…” Her voice gets closer. “And you know it too.” Something crawls out of the dark onto the table I’m working on. It is a big fat rat with red eyes and feet. Some of the fur under its belly is red too. It licks its yellow teeth, looking up at me for a response.

As I reached there, my trembling hand fumbled for a moment, searching in the gloom, then found the cold, greasy switch and flipped it. Light flickered on, harsh and yellow, like a sick, sickly glow, revealing the horror within. I beheld it, and a scream tore from my throat, raw and involuntary, filled with pure revulsion. Rats, not small ones, but big as small cats, with beady, malevolent eyes and twitching whiskers, jumped out from the stained, grimy bathtub, scattering in every direction, their little claws scraping on the decaying porcelain. Cockroaches, dark and shiny, scurried across the filthy, cracked tiles, disappearing into cracks in the crumbling walls, a disgusting, moving carpet

well, since the first day I spoke with one, which was when I found Fubs nineteen years ago. I know you might be wondering how a rat could have lived that long. Fubs wasn't exactly the normal kind of rat we know of. It's of a breed called Wererodents and they are known for their awry ability to live as long as an average werewolf. Finally, I stepped into the carriage and I found it that the inside was even more massive than how the outside looked. But it was also filled up with several other individuals. With their scents, I believe most of them were humans.

- Bobby and because of this, we've cleared already the zombies at Phil's Aunties house we don't let this chance to slip and collect anything that can be seen in the house but in my mind, I start questioning why the appliances, chair, and other things here are destroyed already luckily there are still 1sack of unharmed rice here and a rice cooker that we found already flipped earlier therefore we collect all of it and plan to go back already but before we move out There are four creatures that are blocking the doorway!! *SQQUEEK!!* the 4 creature resembles a big size of Rat! but the creatures at the doorway is 2ft in height and 3ft in width! with black fur and red eyes, you can say that they

She noticed a small rat scurrying across the floor, its beady eyes glinting in the dim light. The rat crossed her feet, its tiny paws making barely a sound on the cold stone. Alice watched it with a mix of disgust and desperation, wondering if this was what her life had been reduced to - sharing a cell with rodents. She shuddered at the thought, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and revenge.

He asked softly, gazing into my big saucer eyes. "I'm feeling better now that the rats are gone from my body," I said, my voice breaking. Tears sprang to my eyes. "Where do the rodents come from? I saw them under the bed! There were so many of them that they formed this huge, gigantic black mass and attacked me at once. They scared me to death! I nearly died due to extreme fright!" I uttered in a trembling voice, tears rolling down my face in torrents. I swear, if I have a heart problem, I'm already dead from cardiac arrest.

Once. Twice. A deep rumbling echoed beneath our feet. Molly immediately froze. "Hunter..." "I know." The crystals along the walls vibrated violently. Then... The ground exploded. Stone flew in every direction. A gigantic creature burst through the cavern floor. A mole. Or something that had once resembled one. It stood nearly three meters tall. Its massive claws looked capable of tearing through solid rock. Its eyes were tiny, almost useless. But its nose constantly twitched. Searching. Hunting.

My heart pounded a frantic tattoo in my chest. Suddenly, Rufus emerged from the doorway. But he wasn't Rufus anymore. He had transformed. Standing there was a magnificent creature, fur the color of twilight and eyes glowing with an inner fire. It was a wolf, a massive, powerful wolf unlike any I had ever seen. He snarled, a sound that sent shivers down the intruder’s spine, and lunged at another figure stumbling out of the house. The men looked terrified. They scrambled back, their weapons forgotten on the ground.

And maybe now I've even met him. “This is the single most secure and unattended room. We can give a signal to your friend.” I jumped even with Yusuf's help when we were at the bottom. Stuffy and smelly, even I almost threw up when I saw a dead rat right in front of me. This room really reeks of carrion, but I'm still following where Yusuf went. "where have you been? I thought you ended up in their hands!”

Cedric crouches by the bed, resting his elbows on his knees --“how are you feeling today?” The wolf starts coughing and lifts up a deformed arm, waving at the air around her. The arm bends backward at the elbow, and the little misshapen claw attached to the arm can barely be called a hand. “Still dying,” she hacks and wheezes, then spits a glob of green mucous on the floor. Hiding my revulsion, I walk over to the bed, careful to avoid the multiple, sticky gobs of slime on the floor. “I’ve come to tell you about Gus.”