Will Bleach Keep Rats Away Novels & Stories

Suddenly her eyes fell on a small rat that sat on her bed, chewing the side pocket of her bag. "RAT!" screamed Ria as she hurriedly got up. "Where?" asked Nazia, worried. She got up from her bed and began to look around. "Over there! It is chewing that side pocket." Both Ria and Nazia pushed the bag down so that the rat would get off from the bed. The rat fell along with the bag and jumped at Ria's feet. "Ria, watch out!" "EWW!" screamed Ria as she jumped and ran outside the room. The rat jumped on the window rail and tried to get out. Nazia used the same bag to push it outside the window. The rat fell down the window and sat down on their beds panting.

She grumbles and they are all confused, "But Madam, we have never had rats and we clean every day, we haven't see any rats in your room or anywhere." One maid states her concern but this only angered Sheila, "Well I saw a big fat rat and if you want you can lick its ass when you see it for yourself!! Just give me poison and some food." She orders and they run to do her bidding, giving her a piece of meat and some at poison, "I hope it's strong?"

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.

His head is down, focused on his wound. If I back away slowly, I can get out of here. Carefully, I take a step backward. My heart pounds so loudly in my ears that it drowns out the faint rustle of garbage nearby—until I see it. A rat. The little creature perches on a trash heap, its beady eyes locked on me. Right in front of its tiny paws is a glass bottle. If it moves even an inch, the bottle will roll, and the clinking sound will shatter my fragile cover.

He looks at David, grunts, and tosses him the last heel of sourdough, preserved and re-preserved so many times that it bounces when it lands on the counter. Darrel appears next, two flights down, carrying with him the bright lemony stench of disinfectant: David can tell already that he’s poured half the bottle on his hair for the inaugural bleach. “If I obliterate the pigment, maybe the wolf will just come out white and skittish and leave everyone alone,” he says, which is funny because Darrel’s the only one of the three who’d enjoy the attention.

I've tried all sorts of creams and herbs, but it just isn't working. After mixing the whole thing, I watch the whole thing come to a perfect blend. I grab my two test rats from their cages. "I'm so sorry, guys, but I really need your help," I smile apologetically. Hesitated before placing the poisoned cheese in the cage. What if they actually die before I could give them the cure but I brush the though away and get it to them anyway I watch as they rushed to take bites of it. It took less than three seconds for them to collapse.

"Seriously. A werewolf scared of rats. You're joking, Talie." With that, his eyes turned a golden yellow as he stared at the rat. The rat was frozen like it was hypnotized. He picked it up, brought his claws out, struck it against the rat and tossed it in the air. I put my hands over my mouth. "Okay, that was a little too much, but I hate tiny things, they irk me." "That's fine. That's why you have me to catch these little creatures for you." We went back inside the house, and it smelled so chill, and the nice wood smell kind of brought life and coziness to the house. "So what should we do?"

After a few powerful jumps, she landed on the rooftop of a ten-story building. "Wow, look at that." Jodi could see better from the top of the building. The dust cloud stretched into the horizon with no end in sight. Through the dust, she saw mechanical rats sprinting on the ground, the red eyes so numerous it made her shudder. "Bang!" Jodi fired her frost gun. The rats were still about a kilometer away, so they were out of the frost gun's effective range. However, given the density of the rats, she didn't even have to be accurate. Every shot would hit a few unlucky mechanical rats.

They were tall, colorless, and foreboding. Some were dented, others marked with cryptic numbers and peeling labels, their surfaces slick with rhe night dew. Rats scurried between the cracks in the concrete, their sharp squeaks mingling with the distant call of a lonely gull. The salt in the air was thick, tinged with the faint stench of diesel and decay. The whole place gave Maya the creeps. A dim yellow bulb flickered above a warehouse door in the distance, where Aryan was surely waiting.

“You couldn’t confirm the other seventeen?” “No. The bodies were chewed to bits by rats.” “Rats?” “Yeah. Like hundreds of rats, according to the coroner’s reports.” “Fuck.” I slap my hand against my forehead. “Do you remember where that big white house was in the woods?” “Yeah, I do.” “There’s another old house on the same street. All brick with a white Jeep parked out front. Come here and we’ll go over everything.” “Thank you.” The call ends and I throw my head back.