New information in the Rudolph saga. The note on the fridge was apparently written by my brother Sandy; when he woke up today he asked if we saw it. We were all, yeah but the trap sprang without catching anything and he was like, what. Apparently he heard what was, according to him, the most disgusting sounds he's ever heard. He was convinced he was listening to Rudolph die, he heard the snap and a scuffle and then what he described as "arterial gushing," the sound of blood gushing out in time to a heartbeat.
So into the bathroom we go to check again, this time with a flashlight to make sure we don't miss anything. And sure enough, about two feet back underneath the tub was a pool of blood...
...But no rat.
And there are no tracks to or from the blood either, no sign of anything being there, just a dried puddle of blood on the ground. And it's pretty far away from the trap too, it was like two feet away and didn't have any blood on it at all. The only explanation I can think of is he was flung there, bled out and died, and after the blood dried he reanimated and scurried off. Clearly we have an undead rat living in the walls of our house. This will be Ground Zero for the zombified rat army uprising.
Honestly, I'm starting to think we should just give up and move out. This is just too much for us. He can have the house, we don't want it any more.
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