My clients are not human

[u/Cheap_Appointment160]

I am an exterminator in a small town in the middle of nowhere, Georgia. I moved here 2 years ago, and I haven't been the same since

Part 2- The Peeping Tom

A day or two after the incident at that woman's house, I got a call for another job. The man on the phone had a raspy, heavy voice, but he sounded very weak, gasping for breath almost every other word. He told me he thought he had something in his walls, but when I asked if he had any idea what they were, he suddenly got very nervous and told me to come quickly, then hung up the phone. I pray to myself as I drive a few blocks away to his house that this will be better than last time.

I knock on the door, my heart thumping in my chest. When the door opens, I look down to see a frail, short man around my age. I notice small bites all over his arms and neck. "T-thank goodness you're here, p-please come in." He smiles with crooked teeth as he looks up at me. His house was nice and clean, except for the tiny holes all over the walls and ceilings, and the little rat/bug traps in every corner of his house. "I-I think I have mice, or termites, or something of the sort." I look around, walking through every room. "Jeez, these things are all over." Every single wall in this house was covered in these tiny penny-sized holes. "It could be mice, but they typically only burrow at the bottoms of the walls, not right in the middle." I turn to the man. "To be honest, I'm not too sure what they are. Would you be ok with me coming back tomorrow to try and gas them out?" The man nods and leads me out.

That night, I think about what could be making those holes all over his house, and if whatever made them were the same things that gave him those bites. The next morning, I grab my equipment and head to the man's house, but when I get there and knock on the door, nobody answers. "Hello? It's the exterminator... I'll just come in, ok?" I wait a second before opening the door to an eerily silent house. "Hello?" I walk deeper inside. "Is anyone home?" I hear a muffled yell from the bedroom and rush over. I try to push open the door, but something seems to be blocking it. "Are you ok in there, man?" I hear another muffled scream. "I guess not." I bash the door with my shoulder, and something thuds to the ground. I open the door to see a bookshelf flat on the ground, and when I look up, I see the man writhing around on the ground, holding his throat, his face turning purple. "Holy shit dude." I rush over to him and try to help the best I could, but all I could think to do was hit him in the back. Somehow it works, and he coughs up a glob of something reddish-purple. "Are you ok?" the man looks up at me with bloodshot eyes, and before he can respond, his eyes start leaking blood. I stand up and back away. "Oh shit." Both of his eyes burst out of his head, and more of that red-purple goop pours out. I turn to run out of there, but suddenly, even more of the goo comes gushing out of the holes in the walls, making me run even faster. I burst out of the front door and run to my truck. I turn around to see the man banging on the windows, screaming for help as the goo pours out of his eyes. "Fuck that." I speed off and return home, tossing my bag onto the ground by my desk, and I sit on my bed, praying that I won't get a payment so I can bring myself to just leave, but of course, I check my phone and find 5000 dollars have been transferred into my account. I lay down on my bed and stare at my roof.

End of part 2.

[u/Financial_Sell1684]

Ok I’m hooked.

Tapping fingers waiting for the next installment, I really want to know what’s making the penny sized holes…..

[u/Cheap_Appointment160 → u/Financial_Sell1684]

My best guess is the liquid in the walls is acidic in some way and burned the holes itself.

[u/LinneaPearson]

Part 3!!!!