Mr. Hobbs thought that he had already taken care of the situation. The bump was back, and only two weeks later. How many lives did rats have? He was sure that he had killed the rat originally. How was it possible that it had appeared again? Or was it a different rat of the same mutant size? There was only one way to check. Grasping the chair for protection, Mr. Hobbs inched towards the bump in the rug. He slowly extended his arm and lifted the rug up ever so delicately... But the rat wasn’t there.
“What the?” Said Mr. Hobbs, scratching his balding 86 year-old head. Suddenly, with a loud hiss, the rat appeared from behind. The old man dropped his chair in surprise and cowardly backed up into the corner of the room. Following him into the corner, the rat was watching Mr. Hobbs as if he were about to pounce on him like a cat would a mouse. Its eyes were red as blood and teeth sharper than needles. Mr. Hobbs whimpered and nervously glanced around him for something he could use as a weapon. Nothing. He was trapped and hopeless.
The rat had barely escaped the last time he had come to kill Mr. Hobbs. If not for his ability to play dead, he wouldn’t of made it out of there. But at last, he could finally get revenge on the old man for killing his family. His wife and kids were the victims of yet another greedy human, and he would not feel relieved until he could kill Mr. Hobbs himself. It had taken a whole year to eat up to his current size, and he was not going to let it go to waste.
When the rat was about a foot away from the man, he paused. A glimmer of hope danced across the man’s eyes, but then just as quickly turned into fear. The rat had jumped onto his body and was gnawing away at his old, wrinkled flesh. After a gruesome 12 minutes, all that was left of the man was his skeleton.
