Kill Me

The Timbre was low, There-was nothing. This serenity was a bit eerie, and a bit dark, and a bit creepy; a hint of smell which methought came from dead swines-yet still, not quite right. Then came the squeaks, then the chatters. At first methought 'twas merely the presence of rats. No; 'twasn't, or to be more precise, 'twas a mixture of two. The first were of rats and for the other-I can't quite describe.

More importantly, where in Earthen grounds am I? And so, I tried to move-tried.