The lump under the rug kept moving and getting bigger.
I never thought about checking what it actually was – that’s how you die in horror movies! But last night my curiosity got the best of me.
I checked it out with a wooden chair in one hand and a pepper spray bottle in the other. I slowly pulled the rug that it was underneath. The rug was so old I had to peel it up with my own two hands! I finally got close to the lump and I found two eyes staring at me. I didn’t move an inch, I didn’t breathe, I felt paralyzed. What was this creature? Why has it been under my carpet for almost three months? Why me? Am I the chosen one? Is this why mom loves Laura more than me? What?
The eyes blinked at me. The creature moved, not too fast, not too slow, just like It’s 11:09am in New York City on a lazy and not rushed Saturday and you have an appointment at 3:30 and you’re about seventeen blocks away so you decide to walk because you have so much time and you’re so relaxed, you buy a hotdog, the sun is shining, everything’s beautiful.
I snapped back into reality and realized that this creature is not beautiful and it should’ve stayed under that rug! Should I get rid of it? Oh no, but what if it comes back and kills me in my sleep? Is this because I didn’t text the chain post to 25 people? Wait, what is it’s not here to hurt me. Maybe it wants food? Yeah I guess being under a rug for almost 3 months doesn’t scream “gourmet food” to me.
I went to the kitchen, it followed me there. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out two Baby Bells(tm) Cheese Rounds. I unpacked them really slowly and give one to… It. I guess I should name it, maybe Penny? Sure. I gave Penny one and it snatched it and ran to the living room and laid down on the sofa. This was frightening to watch considering I just “met” Penny today and it’s like this gremlin creature that probably has like twenty diseases. I gave it the other piece and Penny ate it slower. As soon as I thought I was bonding with Penny, it got up and ran off to the fire escape.
Ugh what do I do with Penny? Should I push it off? Oh no, I think I like Penny now. Maybe I should stop calling her “it”.
Penny ran off, again, this time to my bedroom. She laid on my bed. What do I do? I let her sleep next to me, and that’s how I met my best friend.
I thought I saw an alien but turns out Penny was just a stray bulldog living under my carpet that was sneaking out into the kitchen at night!