Last night, I had a rodent-infested nightmare. At the beginning, I was just an observer, and no one saw me. The nightmare was set in a dim, sombre psychiatric facility for young adults. There was a blonde-haired guy named Dominique with explosive anger, and a mysterious girl. She had brown hair and hazel eyes, and she always wore a black dress and cloak with the hood up, hiding her face.
Dominique was curious about her. After a few weeks, he talked to her, and they became friends. He learned her name was Trina, but he still didn't know what she looked like without the hood. And he didn't know where she came from or why she was there. One day, he overheard some nurses talking about how a doctor wrote a book about Trina. Wanting answers, he snuck into the library and got the book.
Reading it, he learned that Trina was raised in a strange cult that worshipped mice and rats. The cult leader, her father, forced his followers to have plastic surgeries to look like mice or rats. He even made children do this. Most of the time, the surgeries were done by unlicensed doctors as well.
Dominique's stomach dropped.
Did that happen to Trina?
Continuing to read, Dominique learned that the cult was finally disbanded and arrested when a licensed plastic surgeon reported them.
"She has been through so much," he thought, his heart heavy.
He promised himself not to ever ask her.
One evening, Trina and Dominique were watching TV in the common area. An ignorant boy snuck up behind her and pulled down her hood. And everyone gasped in complete horror.
She was an ordinary girl but with mouse features---two round furry ears on the top of her head, an elongated nose, wiry whiskers on both sides of her face, gray fur on her face and hands, and she had nails that looked like claws. She also had two pointed front teeth.
Everyone screamed and ran away in terror from her.
But not Dominique; Trina was his best friend. He cared for her, no matter what.
Over the next few days, the bullying from the other patients gradually became cruel, with name-calling, snickering, and hitting. Even though Dominique and the nurses tried to protect her, it was becoming worse every day.
The bullying went to an absolute sociopathic level one day during lunch.
While everyone else was eating their chicken nuggets and cold mashed potatoes, a group of boys began to throw live mice and rats at Trina. A mouse nibbled at her hair for an entire second before panic broke out.
I didn't know where they got the rodents or how they snuck them into the facility, but this made my skin crawl.
Total chaos erupted. Patients were running, shrieking, and ducking under the tables as the rodents soared at them. Doctors, nurses, and security were chasing and catching the little invaders.
Under a chair, Dominique tried to smack the rodents away, and Trina shook fearfully and sobbed hysterically.
Little did they know, one of the rodents was rabid. The rabid one ran at Trina and bit her in the leg before she could move.
She screeched in pain.
The security guard shot the rabid rodent.
Dominique was held back while a doctor frantically injected medicine into Trina's arm.
It had no effect on her, of course.
Growling and foaming at the mouth, she began to convulse violently on the floor. The virus was rapidly eating away at her brain.
Even though the security guard was trying to hold Dominique back, he ran to her.
Getting a monstrous look in her eyes, Trina abruptly stood up and bit his face.
His screams echoed in my ears and mind.
One by one, they both bit and killed everyone in the hospital. Corpses, rodents, and gore covered the floors.
This is when they finally saw me. I was in my wheelchair, so I couldn't move fast enough as they attacked me.
I've noticed that in other dreams, I can walk, but in nightmares, I'm in my wheelchair, which I think is unfair.
Trina was gnawing at my right hand, and Dominique was biting my arm. My spastic body couldn't escape. I was screaming uncontrollably, terrified, bleeding, and in pain.
Then, Adam burst in through a wall. Shooting violet sparks at them, he swiftly pulled me out of my nightmare.
©Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2026
Author Notes: This is 100% written by me! Y'all know I have extremely vivid dreams. I'm so warped!! Last night's fear wore whiskers and claws. Today, I trapped it inside a story.
The pictures were created using AI tools (ChatGPT / image generation), but it's my OC and concept.
Smooches and think Tink!
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