He dubbed himself the Rat King when he foresaw the rodents crawling on his corpse, weaving in and out of his garments like a sensation, like a disease. Now he waits for them down in the ornate sewer home he fashioned. It is a fickle thing, the premonition of one's own death. It does strange things to the mind. They think him mad. She is the Rat King's Mute: beautiful and hideous, alluring and repulsive, fascinating, and yet, forgettable. A complimenting conjecture. Rumors have flourished in the dark; in those empty chasms he chose the arched halls and hidden rooms as an escape from the changing world around him. It will crumble only when the Pied Piper stops playing-and the rats return. _____________________________________________ Highest ranking: #345 in Paranormal 2/5/2018 Please note: violence, blood, sexual themes, and coarse language will appear in The Rat King.