Will Bleach Keep Rats Away Novels & Stories

I coughed, waving my hand in front of my face. “This is insane…” I muttered. I wasn’t staying in a room filled with rats. No way. I grabbed the small cracked basin and walked to the corner, scooping out dirty water from it and splashing it toward the floor. The rats scattered, but only for a second. They regrouped near the wall, watching me like I was the intruder. “Out!” I snapped, my voice hoarse. One of them hissed. I swallowed hard and reached for the rag hanging from a nail. It smelled worse than the room itself, but I used it anyway, wiping the cot, the walls, the floor… anything to make this place less disgusting.

*Roach* The rat will not escape this time. I will make sure of that. As it scurries across the bones of its predecessors, I lay in wait, ready to pounce. It rounds a stalagmite and disappears for a moment. Then I see its pink nose and long whiskers twitch out to sniff the air. I don’t move. I don’t want it to see or smell me. The rat begins to skitter forward. I settle back onto my haunches, ready to spring. Three… two….

Like memory that cannot be forgotten. Now the problem was; if it’s an embarrassing memory or a special one? But her train of thoughts were cut when a loud sound came from outside the door. “Blanche?” Rat called in worry and looked at Moss who locked the door from the inside and held the doorknob. “Don’t worry kid, if it’s a ghost, I’ll make sure you won’t see it.” “Is there a ghost who make sounds? Like loud sounds?” Rat wondered, taking a step back and walking near the computer where his backpack was on, and he fetch his black tumbler.

That explains it and now I have more work to do and I have to do it fast. I found the same rats I killed earlier and by repeating the way I killed the first rat, I was able to deal weak point damage by striking its head with piercing, however, I wasn't as quick and got a sticky goop fired on me. I didn't know it could do that but it seems like it is just sticky and nothing else. I haven't suffered any damage aside from having to go through cleaning myself. The rat must have been on the lower or lowest of the food chain in the dungeon I guess. More like the monster u meet when u start a game on a beginner level.

The sound, the recent quake, and the smell of blood attracted the rats again, they left their burrows with bloodshot eyes and madly dashed towards the injured monsters. “Fuck! Rhino 4 and Rhino 5 help your brothers! Beenedict get out of the cave and finish the lizard with Skeletor! All the tunneling worms attack the rats with all you got! Earl and Rhino 10 prepare to attack if things go south!” He was starting to get nervous, biting his virtual nail as the rats neared Rhino 3, but the tunneling worms managed to gobble up the fastest ones, then, he hastily moved them to attackers.

Charlotte sighed. “We don’t need to worry about this. Let’s just give them some rat poison or something. The rats will go away on their own,” I explained. “But--” “Listen to me, rats don’t like things that have a strong or pleasant smell. Just place it there,” I interrupted him. “Are you sure that will work?” Charlotte asked again. “It will work. Just try it. It’s like what I did with Alpha Matthew,” I replied. “What did we do?” Alpha Matthew asked.

The one in the center was yelling the verses in an unknown language. Despite the terrifying scene, that could leave anyone lax, the big-brown rats were running and jumping around with no care in the world. They were busy measuring one corner to another and at times, were stealing the preserved meal in the forgotten containers. Their holes, although, were dug outside the cave, yet they found the forbidden zone interesting to explore. The only thing that was stopping them from bringing down the shelves was an electric sensation passing through the rusted metal. Whenever any rat touched the rack, it dies on the next instant due to shock. It was obvious that some kind of magic was cast to repel

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

The ghostly white of his hair blew over my face, its strands translucent. The creature shrieked, the sound splitting the night and sending the bats that roosted in the branches overhead screeching as they sought the heavens. Phantom and I froze. We could hear the snap of the creature’s jaws as it snatched the winged rats from the sky, crunching them in powerful jaws.