Heir to a creepy house goes to live in said house and starts hearing creepy noises in the creepy walls. It's rats. Ghost rats, apparently, and I don't think I'm giving away anything there considering it's in the damn title. Ghost rats deriving from... well. That would be the spoiler. And, you know, I hate rats. They creep me out. So I was expecting to be disturbed, and I was, and then the end came and the story fell apart. Disturbance doesn't survive side-eye I can tell you. It reminds me very much, actually, of Poe's The Tell-Tale Heart. Not so much in the subject matter, but in the spin-on-a-dime turn of the narrator into insanity. It's so quick that it just doesn't seem believable.

It gets an extra point for the early atmosphere, though. I'd give another extra point for the cat surviving, but the story had already lost a point for the cat's name (fucking Lovecraft) so it balanced out there at least.