Rubble was returning from the construction site when he realized he had forgotten his phone.
He returned to the construction site and noticed Rocky kneeling. He walked over and noticed the strangest sight in his life.
Rocky's left hand was gripping his throat, choking him, and his right was trying to stop her.
He ran up and tried to help him, but after a while he slumped dead.
He took a few steps away and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened?
His thoughts were interrupted by Rocky's left hand, which suddenly began to move as if he were having an epileptic fit, the wrist feeling unnaturally loose.
Suddenly she broke away from the rest and stood on tiptoe like a spider. He turned several times as if to look around, in a manner only known to him, when she noticed him, she started running towards him.
Rubble ran away as fast as he could.
He ran to the apartment and closed the door.
Since then, he hears scratching every night, on the wall, on the window, and worst of all, sometimes under the bed.
Sometimes, when he is almost asleep, he has the feeling that someone is touching his face.
Maybe running away straight home wasn't the best idea