Hearing a noise in the night, I wake up to a screeching sound by my head and then I see it. There is a small rat sitting there eating on something in the dark. I smell the rancid odor as it circulates the room, and it fills my nose before I begin to feel like I am going to puke.
I would not say that it was the first time this happened, because that would be a lie. Matter of fact, I am so used to it happening, that I shrug my shoulders and climb out of bed to give it a swift kick before turning on the lamp on the table. It squeals in pain before running off to some hole in the wall.
Then as I watch it scurry along, I see something else unpleasant. Not only is there a small chunk of what looks like a child’s leg on the floor covered in blood and maggots, but there is also a note
