Goodreads asked Jake Arden:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Jake Arden Annabelle was very pleased with the progress of the work to turn her cellar into a stylish, fun, sound-insulated, basement romper room for her three-year-old triplets, Cotton, Thomas and Kitty. That was until the workmen removed an ancient brick wall and showed her what lay behind it: an intricate network of narrow channels, tunnels and holes scraped into the London clay, resembling some ancient desert civilisation’s dried-up irrigation system seen from a satellite, except this one was littered with looked like chicken bones and small black shiny pellets, the unmistakeable spore of rats, a lot of rats; then she heard the squeaking.

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