Into the Rat King's Realm
The doorway to the ratlands was situated inside a large, old-fashioned wardrobe in the guest bedroom of an otherwise ordinary home. The owners had bound it tightly shut with rope, sealing it in case of any more rodent incursions. An incessant scratching came from the inside, soft but persistent, as the curious rats emerging from the portal tried to escape. The scratching went on at all hours of the day, occasionally letting up just long enough to give the homeowners hope that it had stopped for good before starting up again as loud as ever. The family had taken to wearing earplugs and playing loud music just to drown out the scratching and squeaking of the rats, which strained their nerves and threatened to drive them mad. They wanted nothing more than to get rid of the wardrobe, but to do so would have meant throwing away all hope of ever seeing their little Clara again. Their own attempt to venture into the portal had been disastrous, resulting in severe rat bites and the loss of the family dog. Without any other option, they'd sent for whatever brave soul was willing to venture forth into the portal, although with every passing moment they feared that their poor daughter was little more than a pile of rat-gnawed bones.