Rug

“Come on, it’s not that bad moving house, is it?” mum yelled. “But I like it here,” I yelled back. We’ve already bought the other house so it’s to late too late to change your mind,” she said. “But I don’t want to go to another school,” I pleaded, ”I’ll miss my friends.” “Could you be a bit helpful and PUT SOME OF THOSE BOXES IN THE CAR!?” she yelled. I got off my bed and grabbed a few boxes from my bedroom. The boxes were really heavy so I could only take one or two at a time. We were moving into a two story house about six blocks away. I put some boxes in the back seat, I stepped into the front seat and off we went…

About two hours later we finished moving all the stuff from the other house. I opened the front door and gasped, the inside looked really big. You would never guess it looked that big from the outside. I placed my watch on one of the stalls so I could wash my hands. I came back to the same table where I left my watch, I looked under and on top of the stalls but I just couldn’t find it.

Later that day I got my bed set up, I placed my radio beside my bed like I always did. I heard a car pull up at the drive way, I got off my bed and looked down from my balcony to see my dads Porsche 911 gt3. I ran downstairs to say hi to him.

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“I got some great news!” my dad yelled even though I was standing right next to him “I won $2.1m in lotto!” he screamed. He started jumping up and down. “Oh my god oh my god my god my …” she carried on” I can’t believe you won $2.1m in lotto!” she screamed happily. “Oh yeah and I also bought you an iPod touch since I won the money.” “Thanks a bunch,” I cried happily. I ran into the bedroom to try out the iPod. I stopped at my bedroom door, I put my ear to the door, I heard something moving inside. As quick as a flash I opened the door to see a white figure scurrying away, but wait, what’s that? My radio was right beside my bed before but now it was right in front of me. I saw a few drops of water that lead to my bed.

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I jumped onto my bed and started to play a game on my iPod called pocket tanks. I saw trigger my 13 year old cocker spaniel enter my room. After a while I decided to make a shooting range in the garage since it was so big. “Paul, did you eat all the fudge?” Wendy asked. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“No, why?” I asked. My mum kept on talking for a while. I went into the garage to make the shooting range. Wow the garage could fit about 4 cars in it. I put a pile of wood up and a piece of paper for my target. Now I just need to get my gun, it didn’t take long to find it. BANG, BANG I ran towards the stairs to find my gun on the ground and two bullet holes, uh oh I thought I brought my M1911 to the garage.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">I aimed my gun at the pile of wood, and that’s when I saw it, a snowball creature with my ipod and watch, I fired to shots at it BANG, BANG clink, clink, 1 shot hit it but all it did was go right through it, the thing ran away behind something.

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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">That night I had a terrible dream about an evil snow ball. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“O.M.G.” I yelled. “Oh just a dream.” I looked at the clock, 8:00am. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Paul, did you take my model cars” my dad yelled from down stairs. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Why do you keep blaming me on everything?” I yelled. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Well who else could have done it?” I ran downstairs to see a massive gap in between the two TV’s <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“What happened here?” I asked. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“The stereo is gone, it just disappeared,” he said. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“I’m sure you took all that stuff that’s gone missing” he accused. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Did not,” I yelled. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Okay, okay” he said, “but if this goes on for any longer I’m going to call the police,” he warned.

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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">That night I decided to catch it, I waited in front of my bed and got my camera and waited. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">Finally I heard the thing, as quick as a flash I turned the torch and camera on and threw the plastic container over the creature. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Dad, dad!” I screamed. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“What is it?” my dad said.” Oh my god!” he exclaimed.

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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">The next morning we brought the thing to the zoo. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Wow, this is amazing where did you find it?” the zoo keeper asked. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Somewhere in the house,” my dad said. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">The guy put the thing in a cold enclosure.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">Epilogue: We found out where the thing hid all the stuff and I’ve got to admit my new school is pretty good I made lots of new friends, I just hope my parents don’t find my pet mouse I found…

UNDER THE RUG. Two weeks later and it happened again…

It all started on a cold morning. I was getting ready for work and was just cleaning my glasses, and suddenly I heard a strange noise coming from the living room, I stopped cleaning my glasses and went downstairs. I could still hear the noise but I didn’t know where it was coming from. I turned around and I saw a big round lump under my rug. I picked up the wooden chair and put it over my head, ready to swing at the strange lump. I quickly lifted the rug. “AHHH!” I screamed as I saw the rotten head on the ground.

The head had long black hair, red glowing eyes and a freakishly white face. I could see that the top of her head was loose and it could be lifted up. I had an urge to lift it so I did. And there I saw a glowing key, I took it.

I was awake all night thinking what this mysterious key was, and what it did. The next morning I called in sick, and I spent all day putting the key in each and every key hole in the house, but it didn’t work.

I threw the rug in the rubbish bin. I came back into the living room and I walked over something wooden. I peeled back the carpet with my Swiss army knife and I discovered a trap door with a key hole in it. I automatically thought of trying the strange glowing key in the hole. I stuck the key in the hole, and the key changed colours. The trap door opened slowly, and a sudden burst of light sprung out at me.

I was knocked out cold and couldn’t remember what had happened. I sat up and I said to myself where the heck am I! I was scared out of my wits and I thought I was in a dream, but I wasn’t.

I was startled by a frightening banging sound. I was extremely curious to see what it was, even though I was scared. Suddenly a BIG alien monster jumped out at me and crushed me.

Two weeks passed and it happened again. But, it wasn’t always like this, once it had been peaceful. Unfortunately, this all happened when the strange implement under the rug had appeared.

Old man Stevenson was a peaceful and loving man, no troubles, no problems, just the good life and that’s all. He lived on 17 Oaksly drive in a little town called Evilson. He had a quiet little house, and a garden with the most extraordinary flowers.

Mr Stevenson was a very relaxed man he usually wore a crisp white shirt, long grey pants and cosy black fluffy slippers, with thick pink socks in side them.

Sadly his neighbours weren’t the nicest people. Sarah and Jessica are mother and daughter, Jessica is very snobby. She has brown curly hair, blue eyes and has bright orange bracers. She only ever wears oddly coloured skinny jeans and talks to the old man as if he’s an imbecile.

One night when the rain was playing its mindless game, Mr Stevenson heard a strange but intriguing noise. So he looked cautiously around. Out of nowhere something had hit him off of his lounge chair. “Bang!” he hit the ground so hard his brain was shaking around in his head.