Two weeks pass and it happened again. The week before it wasn't as bad. It now was on a whole new level! It rolled around under the rug, whatever it was. I worked up enough courage to take a quick peek under the rug. It was hidious!!!
"Go...away...and never...come back!" it screamed.
"Agh!"I screamed. I ran upstairs, grabbed my 22 rifle and ran downstairs. Bam bam bam! I walked over and stepped on the wet meaty pile of grossness. Finally it was over. But the memory would come back to haunt me.
