The feeling of dread, like something really really bad is about to happen creeps back onto me and the queasiness from earlier returns. And like that its gone again, leaving you with an uneasiness in your head and stomach.
I take a quick second to recollect myself and try not to throw up again
That pot? Something about it piques my interest so I decide to take a look inside,hmm something squishy?! Something warm...It’s…Surprise!!! a rat!
EW EW EW oh my god EW. It touched me!!! what the hell! I thought I was rat free! How’d it get here! WHY IS IT HERE!?! And shoot ...the vase…
To only make matters worse it sounds like someone heard me break that vase. A ferocious woman's roars can be heard from directly outside the door.
I gotta think fast...what am I gonna do about mickey fucking mouse over there! What about the vase!