In the rising action of the short story "Three Skeleton Key" written by George G. Toudouze, the three lighthouse keepers gets attacked by a swarm of flesh-eating rats. They were sleeping comfortably with the lantern turned off, when the sheet of tin covering a window broke away. The rats poured in from the outside. Their worst nightmares comes true when they had to retreat into the tiny lantern room of the lighthouse, covered in wounds and bites. Le Gleo started going crazy, muttering about changing the name "Three Skeletons" to "Six Skeletons". Noticeably, the lantern was turned off, so a ship came to investigate what had gone wrong. Itchoua lit the lantern and used a plank to send dots and dashes which formed their story. The rescuers realized that a huge band of rats were covering the lighthouse and immediately began to take action.
Let's not light the lantern tonight.
"At two in the morning, while Itchoua was dozing in his room, the sheet of metal sealing his window gave away. The chief had just time enough to leap to his feet and cry for help, the rats swarming over him.
"But Le Gleo and I, who had been watching from the lantern room, got to him immediately, and the three of us battled with the horde of maddened rats which flowed through the gaping window. They bit, we struck them down with our knives-and retreated."
"Don't give up, hang on a little longer! We'll get you out of this!"
"There was only one thing left to do. After debating all of the ninth day, we decided not to light the lantern that night. This is the greatest breach of our service, never committed as long as the tenders of the light are alive; for the light is something sacred, warning ships of danger in the night."
"Our darkened light had been noticed from the mainland, and as dawn was breaking, the patrol was there to investigate the failure of our light. Looking through my binoculars, I could see the horrified expression on the faces of the officers and crew when, the daylight was strengthening, they saw the light completely covered by a seething mass of rats."
"Our reply came quickly. Whey they understood our position-how we could not get rid of the rats, Le Gleo's mind going fast, Itchoua and myself covered with bites, cornered in the lantern room without food or water-they had a signalman send us their reply. His arms swinging like those of a windmill, he quickly spelled out: "Don't give up, hang on a little longer! We'll get you out of this!"