Rats!
This guy at work has a collection of the most bizarre life stories ever heard of, and the ability to tell them as if a more normal thing couldn’t exist. I asked him where he lived, and this was the response I got:
The people in my building want to get rid of me, so they do these weird black magic things on me, yeah? One night I got home really late and I stepped on my doormat and felt something mushy under my foot. It was actually a rat that had been beheaded and left there. All its insides were gushing out, yeah? So i tried to clean it up but I couldn’t so I just left it there and went to sleep. The next day I asked around about who could have done this and my neighbors said that probably a cat ate the head and left the rat there. But then how could it be right on the doormat exactly where I step when I come in? Anyway, yeah, I live in Goregoan.
I’ve never been more fascinated.
