There it is again. The stupid bump comes back every two weeks. But this time I am ready for it. To smash the stupid theing with my chair. I raised the chair off the ground but the weight proved to much for me. I toppled backward. Now what? The creature monster under my rug won't be back for two more weeks. At least it gives me time to formulate my plan. While I do that let me explain how this bump came to be.
While I was leaving for work I saw something in my house fall to the ground and what looked like a the figure of a human inside. I sprinted up the steps and burst into the front door. I expected to find a bumbling theif, but there was nothing. Just a small crease in my living room rug that I payed no attention. I just righted the lamp and assumed it was my cat that had knocked it over.
Two weeks later as I was heading out the door I notice a large bump on my rug, but I just kept walking. I was late for work and I saw no reason to pursue the orderliness of my home right then. So I left and when I came home from work my living room was ruined. All the furniture was knocked over and anything glass or fragile broken. Someone must have been in my house, otherwise my cat was some sort of demon. I hadn't been seeing him lately though. His food bowl hadn't been emptied for about to weeks now. But why should I care that cat was a demon. It scratched me and the furniture, peed on the floor, peed on me, peed on guests. The stupid thing even enjoyed tearing up Bibles! What cat ONLY will play with Bibles, by ripping them to shreds.
So I didn't look for the cat. But after two weeks the bumb was back, and bigger. Then two weeks later it was even larger. I think it was breathng one time I looked at it. Perhaps my stupid cat was living under there with his toys (Bibles). But come to think of it I havn't even looked under that rug. Perhaps it was an overactive vent, slowly building up heat until my house would spontaneously combust. So i approached it slowly. I half expected for my cat and his demon friends to jump out and devour my very soul. I rached for the rug corner and it took off. Seriously. This thing I thought was maybe a pile of cat crap took off and crossed the room in seconds. What was this thing under my rug?
So I planned to smash it with a chair when it came back. But alas, I was incapable of even that. So what do I do now? I hire an exterminator, thats what. Bob Marvey was coming the moring before work (in two weeks) to eradicate the thing under my rug. Perhaps I would discover what it was then. A rat? A raccoon? Maybe my demon cat?! Whatever it was it had no chance to live. My directions were to kill on sight, despite what it might be.
Two weeks passed slowly, I was so excited to discover what was under my rug. Finally, the day arrived and Bob Marvey's van pulled up on the side of my street. Happy days! Goodbye cat! I mean rug creature.....
"Have you seen it today?" called Bob as he came up the walk to my door.
"Not yet, Bob, but it'll be here, I know it will"
So Bob set up shop in my kitchen and began showing me all the traps.
"How about you shut up and get to work, huh Bobby?" I called mailciously. I new this idiot took pride in his traps and would have loved to spend the day showing them to me.
"Uh okay...." he said, clearly distressed.
"Run along then" I said with a bright smile "It'll be gone soon"
I showed him to the living room, where the bump stood (can a bump stand) waiting for my arrival.
"Do you know what it is?" Bob asked
"Obviously not, Marvey." I was irritated, hadn't we already discussed this over the phone?
I left him to do his work. About 20 minutes later he walked into the kitchen wher I was watching the morining news.
"What now, Bob?" he was really getting on my nerves.
"Ummm, well you see this might take longer than expected and, I, uh... need-"
"More time" I finished for him. "Very well, but if anything is missing when I come back from work you will be sorry, Bob, really, really sorry" I gave him the best smile I had at the moment to lighten the mood.
"I have to go" I said and I ran out the door. I had set up cameras so I didn't have to worry about missing the extermination of the creature. I know it sounds wrong but I was considering taxiderming the pest and mounting it on my wall.
At work and rushed through the day I couldn't wait to get home and see the monster under the rug. Hopefully it would still be intact enough to be taxidermed......
I was almost home now. Driving to my home I felt ecstatic. At home a dead animal awaited my arrival, to see it in all its filthy, vermin glory. I would start by gouging its stupid eyes out... and then cut into his- what am i thinking. The strangest sensation had just come over me. I had felt... evil.... But why shouldn't its eyes be gouged out?!?! I never thought this way before... Oh well i can just get home and after seeing the successful extermination I can go to bed. In the morning I will be fine.
The lights were all turned off. The exterminator should have still been here, to receive his payment. That was how he told me it worked over the phone. I inserted my key into the lock and slowly entered. Something wasn't right. There was an unnatural chill in the air. And where was the exterminator?
While I was leaving for work I saw something in my house fall to the ground and what looked like a the figure of a human inside. I sprinted up the steps and burst into the front door. I expected to find a bumbling theif, but there was nothing. Just a small crease in my living room rug that I payed no attention. I just righted the lamp and assumed it was my cat that had knocked it over.
Two weeks later as I was heading out the door I notice a large bump on my rug, but I just kept walking. I was late for work and I saw no reason to pursue the orderliness of my home right then. So I left and when I came home from work my living room was ruined. All the furniture was knocked over and anything glass or fragile broken. Someone must have been in my house, otherwise my cat was some sort of demon. I hadn't been seeing him lately though. His food bowl hadn't been emptied for about to weeks now. But why should I care that cat was a demon. It scratched me and the furniture, peed on the floor, peed on me, peed on guests. The stupid thing even enjoyed tearing up Bibles! What cat ONLY will play with Bibles, by ripping them to shreds.
So I didn't look for the cat. But after two weeks the bumb was back, and bigger. Then two weeks later it was even larger. I think it was breathng one time I looked at it. Perhaps my stupid cat was living under there with his toys (Bibles). But come to think of it I havn't even looked under that rug. Perhaps it was an overactive vent, slowly building up heat until my house would spontaneously combust. So i approached it slowly. I half expected for my cat and his demon friends to jump out and devour my very soul. I rached for the rug corner and it took off. Seriously. This thing I thought was maybe a pile of cat crap took off and crossed the room in seconds. What was this thing under my rug?
So I planned to smash it with a chair when it came back. But alas, I was incapable of even that. So what do I do now? I hire an exterminator, thats what. Bob Marvey was coming the moring before work (in two weeks) to eradicate the thing under my rug. Perhaps I would discover what it was then. A rat? A raccoon? Maybe my demon cat?! Whatever it was it had no chance to live. My directions were to kill on sight, despite what it might be.
Two weeks passed slowly, I was so excited to discover what was under my rug. Finally, the day arrived and Bob Marvey's van pulled up on the side of my street. Happy days! Goodbye cat! I mean rug creature.....
"Have you seen it today?" called Bob as he came up the walk to my door.
"Not yet, Bob, but it'll be here, I know it will"
So Bob set up shop in my kitchen and began showing me all the traps.
"How about you shut up and get to work, huh Bobby?" I called mailciously. I new this idiot took pride in his traps and would have loved to spend the day showing them to me.
"Uh okay...." he said, clearly distressed.
"Run along then" I said with a bright smile "It'll be gone soon"
I showed him to the living room, where the bump stood (can a bump stand) waiting for my arrival.
"Do you know what it is?" Bob asked
"Obviously not, Marvey." I was irritated, hadn't we already discussed this over the phone?
I left him to do his work. About 20 minutes later he walked into the kitchen wher I was watching the morining news.
"What now, Bob?" he was really getting on my nerves.
"Ummm, well you see this might take longer than expected and, I, uh... need-"
"More time" I finished for him. "Very well, but if anything is missing when I come back from work you will be sorry, Bob, really, really sorry" I gave him the best smile I had at the moment to lighten the mood.
"I have to go" I said and I ran out the door. I had set up cameras so I didn't have to worry about missing the extermination of the creature. I know it sounds wrong but I was considering taxiderming the pest and mounting it on my wall.
At work and rushed through the day I couldn't wait to get home and see the monster under the rug. Hopefully it would still be intact enough to be taxidermed......
I was almost home now. Driving to my home I felt ecstatic. At home a dead animal awaited my arrival, to see it in all its filthy, vermin glory. I would start by gouging its stupid eyes out... and then cut into his- what am i thinking. The strangest sensation had just come over me. I had felt... evil.... But why shouldn't its eyes be gouged out?!?! I never thought this way before... Oh well i can just get home and after seeing the successful extermination I can go to bed. In the morning I will be fine.
The lights were all turned off. The exterminator should have still been here, to receive his payment. That was how he told me it worked over the phone. I inserted my key into the lock and slowly entered. Something wasn't right. There was an unnatural chill in the air. And where was the exterminator?
I am going to post a chapter 2 on Wattpad for anyone who is interested.
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