Mouse-Man Prophecies A Horror Story

Present Day

Envision this if you will.

A lovely serene morning. You’re sitting at your kitchen table. It’s dawn. You have a warm cup of something wonderful in your hands. Your  jammies still warm and cozy from sleep. The only sounds are of the clock ticking gently away and the coffee machine brewing that second cup of ambrosia.

And then……..

You hear IT.

You freeze. Pupils dilating for a brief moment before closing to pin points as your brain goes into over drive.

And you realize you’d forgotten.

You forgot. And now things just got real.

And you hang your head.

Two days ago

Envision this if you will.

A lovely serene morning. You’re sitting at your kitchen table. It’s dawn. You have a warm cup of something wonderful in your hands. Your jammies still warm and cozy from sleep. The only sounds are of the clock ticking gently away and the coffee machine brewing that second cup of ambrosia.

And then……..

You see it.

You think you saw it.

Did you really just see that?

You swear you just saw something out of the corner of your eye. Maybe it was just an eye floater. Are you crazy? Maybe.

Weird.

1 day ago

Envision this if you will.

A lovely serene morning. You’re sitting at your kitchen table. Blah blah blah…your cozy and have some coffee in your hand.

And then……..

You see it.

Suspicions confirmed. You’re not crazy. No eye floaters.

You freeze. Pupils dilating for a brief moment before closing to pin points as your brain goes into over drive.

Time slows down and then stops as you and the little, adorable, furry, innocent eyed diseased carrying, pantry ravaging, itty bitty demon stare at each other.

He’s hoping you don’t see him.

You think. I see you.

And your mind screams “DAMMIT WHY DID I HAVE TO SEE YOU???”

Things just got real.

And you hang your head because now you have to deal with it.

This isn’t going to be good for anyone.

The inner turmoil begins because now you have a decision to make. The one thing you know for sure? He can’t stay.

Live trap? So you catch him. Then what? Drive no less than 2 miles away from your home to let him go?

Sticky trap? So you catch him and let him die slowly in with his feet stuck to the paper or hope the waste disposal guys will unknowingly do your dirty work for you?

Poison? Because after all “they” say, for every one you see there are 20 more?

Tried and true 99 cent snap trap? Then cross your fingers and pray it’s a quick end and it happens on someone else’s watch?

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It is done.

 

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