Speaker 1: Welcome to micro Terrors, scary stories for kids where it's
always the spooky season, full of chills, thrills, and spine
tingling spooks. Micro Terrors are family friendly frights for those
ages eight and up, and while our stories are for
younger years, we are still talking about things that go
bump in the night, and some children may not be
able to handle what others can. Parental consent is recommended
now for tonights micro terror.
Speaker 2: Dead Cheese by Scott Donnelly. He was the last day
of school before spring break, and Adam strolled home, taking
the sidewalks that snaked through his old neighborhood. Every so
often he'd see a loose stone in his path and
would kick it as hard as he could. Sometimes they'd
launch into someone's yard. Other times he'd aim for the street.
One particularly large stone he came across he gave an
extra hard kick too. It stung his big toe as
his sword through the air and bounced across the street,
settling by a sewer rain embedded into the curb. Adam
stopped and gawked at it. He was immediately overwhelmed with
the same feeling he usually had when he saw a
stick that he regretted not throwing into a pond or
a bush along the sidewalk that he never ran his
fingers through on the way by. That stone needed to
be kicked down the sewer drain. Adam looked both ways
down the street, and when he was certain there were
no cars coming, he sprinted across and one timed the
stone directly into the drain like he was a professional
soccer player. The stone clanged off the metal framing of
the drain and dropped, hitting the bottom of the sewer
with an echoing thud. Adam smiled completely satisfied. Man, I'm
going to cleep well tonight, he exclaimed to himself. But
then a horrible stench infiltrated his nostrils. It stunk like old,
rotting garbage mixed with dead animals, mixed with grandmaw's shoes.
Adam wrinkled his nose and backed away from the drain.
The smell was starting to make him gag. That's when
he heard a soft scratching noise coming from within the
sewer drain. It sounded like claws scraping against metal. A
new wave of the smell wafted up through the drain
with a vengeance and with it the stone flung back
out and landed next to Adam's feet. Adam froze for
a moment, but then scowled. Hey, I scored that sewer goal,
fair and square, he shouted, kicking it right back down
into the sewer. It hit the bottom again, repeating the
echoing thud, Only this time there was another noise with it,
a high pitched squeak like that of an angry animal.
Adam crouched down and slowly approached the drain. He peered
through the metal grate, but it was too dark to
see anything. Oo's down there, he called, but only his
voice echoed back within the darkness, two tiny red eyes appeared. Startled,
Adam stumbled backwards and stood to his feet, keeping his
eyes on the seward rain. Then, popping up from between
the metal grates, he caught a glimp of the mystery creature.
Piece by piece, he saw ragged ears, a wrinkled snout,
and thin, stringy whiskers. It was a rat, but not
a normal one. Its fur was matted in some places
and completely gone in others. Its ribs were exposed, and
its teeth were rotting and jagged. One of its ears
was split in half, and its eyes were all red.
It opened its mouth wide as it crawled out of
the sewer and towards Adam. It released another chilling, high
pitched squeak. John by rat, Adam whispered to himself, amazed
by the sight he was witnessing. The rat did indeed
look dead. He'd seen rats a lot around the neighborhood,
and none of them ever looked like this. Whenever he'd
see a rat in his neighborhood, he'd leave out chunks
of cheese for it, cheddar mostly sometimes montery jack whatever
his parents had in the crisper that day. Once he
even left out a nugget of gouda, just for the
heck of it. The zombie rat hissed and began to
scurry quickly in Adam's direction. Adam tossed his hands up
to stop the rat. Whoa stop, He panicked, and to
a surprise, the zombie rat stopped. It squealed another undead
squeal and flicked its worm like tail. I can get
you cheese, Adam pleaded. I do it for all the rat, well,
all the living ones. I can do it for you too.
The rat seemed to understand maybe this was once a
rat that I had cheesed up before, Adam thought. He
turned and ran home as fast as he could, blasting
in through the front door. He belined it straight to
the fridge. He scoured deep in the back, behind the milk,
under the pickles, and searched the bowels of the crispers. Finally,
in the butter compartment, the little closed off chamber his
dad used to refer to as the butter throne, he
found a hidden knob of cheese, white in color, plastered
by dark blue splotches. Adam gagged and turned his head.
Ugh blue cheethe. To Adam, blue cheese always looked like
it was rotting away from its core. Whoever voluntarily eats
this stuff has the fury a problems, Adam exclaimed out loud.
He cautiously glanced back at it, expecting to see the
dark splotches pulsate or sprout hair or something. You look
just as dead as the rat, Adam told the cheese.
Then something clicked in his mind. Maybe dead rats like
dead cheese, he thought. Adam put on some old swimming goggles,
slid his hand into his dad's hockey gloves, and tossed
on his mom's apron before using a pair of tongs
to pick up the dead cheese. He walked outside and
down the street to where the zombie rat still remained
in the road. Here, Adam exclaimed, take it, eat it.
Adam then heaved the knob of blue cheese at the rat.
Some of it crumbled to his feet upon the launch,
but he was quick to hop out of the way
to avoid contacts. The zombie rat quickly devoured the repulsive,
decomposing morsel of decaying dairy with his bony stomach satisfied,
the zombie rat fled back into the sewer. Adam went
home as well. He tossed the apron into the dirty
laundry hamper, threw away the goggles and hockey gloves, and
ran the tongs through the dishwasher twice. Sat down on
the couch after he considered his ordeal over and done with,
and then took in a huge, deep breath. But just
as he was about to release it, there was a
soft scratching sound at his front door. Adam stood up,
crossed his living room and opened the door, but was
surprised when there was no one there to meet him
at eye level. Pretty quickly, though he heard the dead squeals,
and this time more than one, more than a thousand.
Adam looked down. Blanketing his yard and even stretching out
into the street and into other yards were thousands and
thousands of gaunt, decaying, zombiefied rats, and they all looked hungry.
Mom Adam called back into the house without removing his
eyes from the oscillating expanse of zombie rats. Do we
have any more? Moute chief?
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