Will Bleach Keep Rats Away Novels & Stories

“Oh my God oh my God oh my God—” Dorian rubbed his face, muttering something under his breath. Then, calm as ever, he said, “It’s just a rat.” “Just?” My voice cracked. “That thing has teeth! It could have—rabies, or—or the plague, or—” “It’s not going to touch you.” “How do you know?” I demanded, pointing wildly. “Look at it. It’s plotting!” His lips twitched, like he wanted to laugh. “We’ll deal with it tomorrow. ”

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.

I leaned down, hesitating for a moment before picking it up. But my face quickly contorted in grimace and I swiftly moved away as the air around the box carried a putrid stench, hitting my nose. I quickly went inside and put down my mug on the table before going back to my doorstep. Even though I have a clear picture of what’s inside, I need to make sure. I cautiously opened the lid. The pungent odor intensified, assaulting my senses. My fist instantly clenched as my eyes beheld a disturbing sight. Inside were several dead rats, a sight that made me recoil in disgust and confusion. Who could have left such a ghastly gift at my doorstep?