The Pastor led us up to his place. We were so happy that he had just suggested we could stay in his place all week long! As we entered the house, we realized it wasn’t the best place we could have stayed, but we remained grateful. The floors were stained with dirt and the dishes in the kitchen were dirty with ants crawling over them. The living room had no furniture, just a giant rug. The bedrooms were bare with the exception of two large beds. As Leah and I laid our stuff down in one of the bedrooms, the Pastor was talking to us about the place and how to take care of things.
“I sleep with rats”
He mentioned these words during the middle of his talk and we were glad we weren’t in the same room as him for that moment. We both looked at each other and our eyes widened. What? Did he really just say that rats lived in the house?? We were so scared; we began to think that everything in the room was a rat! As scared as we were, we tried to remain calm, he was offering us his house and we didn’t want to appear rude!
Every sound that night sounded like a rat to me. I was glad to be sleeping in the middle of the bed. I didn’t want some ugly rodent crawling on me! If Leah moved I’d freak out thinking that a rat was pouncing on me. I was restless half the night because I could have sworn they were eating through the wall. There were these constant scratching noises. But, I realized later that night that the sounds I was hearing were just the noises of the curtains dragging across the windows.
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