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“On the seventh day of Halloween, a mysterious creature named Mike emerges! He's a sleek, black rat with glowing red eyes that flicker like fiery embers, a pink tail that wiggles mysteriously and sharp gray claws that tap eagerly on the walls. When Mike's excitement bubbles over, he foams from the mouth in a wild, spooky display. He dwells deep within a shadowy black cellar, where the walls echo with scratching sounds as he scurries and hides leftover foods in secret nooks. Beware, for Mike's presence makes the eerie cellar come alive with thrilling suspense!”
This gothic horror illustration depicts Mike, a black rat with glowing red eyes, emerging on Halloween. Painted with dramatic lighting and deep colors, it captures suspenseful cellar scenes.
Created by Sofia Belts on Oct 7, 2025 using the Google Imagen 3.0 Fast AI image generator model.
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🕯️ How Mike Eats Pumpkins
Mike uses his sharp gray claws to scratch open the pumpkin’s thick shell. Once he’s made a crack, he gnaws into it with his long, sharp teeth, his glowing red eyes gleaming as he tears away chunks of the soft orange flesh.
He especially loves the gooey insides — the stringy fibers and seeds — which he scoops out with his claws and stuffs into his mouth. When he’s really excited, little bubbles of foam drip from his mouth and nose as he chews, giving him an even more frightening look under the dim cellar light.
Sometimes, he hides bits of pumpkin in the corners of his cellar, saving them for later snacks — though the smell of the rotting pieces makes the cellar even creepier!
Mike makes scratching sounds in the wall and stores leftover foods in the cellar.
Mike makes sounds like squeaks, chirps, hisses and scratches.
When Mike gets agitated, he foams from the mouth.
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🕯️ Inside Mike’s Black Cellar
Deep below the creaking house lies Mike’s shadowy lair — a black cellar carved from damp stone. The air is thick and cold, smelling faintly of mold, metal, and rotting food. Flickers of red light from Mike’s glowing eyes reflect off puddles on the floor.
Inside, you’d find: • Half-eaten pumpkins, their shells collapsing and full of seeds. • Piles of crumbs, apple cores, and candy wrappers that Mike has hoarded from above. • Scratch marks covering the walls where he sharpens his claws. • A few bones from long-forgotten creatures (or maybe unlucky rats). • A little nest of straw and cloth, tucked into a corner, where he curls up when he’s not scurrying about. • And in the shadows, faint scratching and squeaking, hinting that Mike might not be the only one down there.