originally published Drabblecast, 2010
Dexter has purchased a fixer-upper house in a rundown, mostly deserted part of some blighted urban landscape. Besides being generally icky, he has problems with things that scuttle through the pipes, which he takes for rats. Well, they are - but not normal ones. One night hordes of mutated, parasite-infested rats pour out of the pipes, being chased by some awful thing, which goes after Dexter. Space and time seem to bend as it closes in on him.
Plenty of atmosphere, but rather pointless.
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