Two weeks passed and it happened again.
“What was that!!???!?” I asked dad.
“I don’t know,” answered dad.
“Whatever it was, I hope it stays away from here,” I said.
Three weeks passed and it happened again, but this time it stayed. It chased us around the house until dad picked up the chair and slammed it on the rug. Seconds later, dad went under the rug with it.
“Noooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed.
I went under the rug where my dad disappeared, but there was nothing there.
“Dad??” I called.
There was no reply.
October 18th 1998
“I swear it just took him away” I told my friend, Bob.
“Are you sure?” asked Bob.
Just then the bell rang. We both went in the classroom together, and for a second I thought I saw a monster standing in the back of the room. I rubbed my eyes and it was gone. I tried to stay focused in the classroom but the picture of my dad being pulled into the hole kept flashing in my mind.
Today we had to take a geometry quiz and I failed it because I couldn’t stop thinking about my dad being sucked in. I have to do it. I thought. After school, I went straight home to where the rug was. I stomped on the place where I saw my dad get pulled in. Almost immediately there was a bump under the rug.
“Come get me!” I teased.
Just then a green, hairy arm grabbed my shin and pulled me under. I realized that I was going down a glass chute. I noticed the monster was gone. I kept going down until I landed in a pile of mud. I got up and shook off all the mud. I looked around and saw that it was a little burrow underground. I also saw that my dad wasn’t there.
“Dad?” I called.
Still no reply.
I decided that I had enough; I found a pile of mud and laid down to rest.
October 19th 1998
I kept looking for my dad in the burrow where I came in, but no luck………yet. I was about ready to give up when I noticed a little hole on the ground. I crawled down it and found my dad lying on the ground, sleeping and sucking his thumb……..like a baby! I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him all the way back to my living room.
About halfway there, the monster jumped out in front of us. He had horrible yellowish teeth with holes in them. His teeth were the size of swords that were dripping lava. His eyes were a menacing orange with pupils the size of golf balls. He was covered in spikes, and under the spikes was a horrible green color. He smelled like my uncle’s socks. (In case you didn’t know, they smell really bad.) I noticed a tunnel to the right of us, so I grabbed my dad’s shirt and raced down the trail. I was sure the monster was hot on our tails; I turned into a small hole in the side of the wall. The monster slowed down in front of the hole and ran past us. I looked out the hole to make sure he was gone. When I was sure the monster was fooled, I ran out back to the original tunnel, and ran up it dragging my father with me. We made it to the living room and I ran away from the hole, sat down, and stared at the hole for a while. Almost instantly, the monster shot out of the hole and looked around for us. When it saw where I was it shot towards me like a speeding bullet. I dodged it and it slammed into the wall. While its head was stuck in the wall, I started running and I hid my dad in a closet. I looked around and found my dad’s sword collection. I grabbed the biggest sword and ran to where the monster was. It growled and slapped the sword out of my hand. Uh, oh… “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
It was just a dream.
Look out for book two, The Centipede of Rainbows coming to you, who knows when!