Noelle - Day 227 (The Nightmare Before February)
Imagine...
The perfect calm of a Sunday night. Things are going great. You're preparing dinner with your family on the wonderful evening of January 31st, and then you see it. A dark shadow flits across your face. It is perched directly above your mother, as if to pounce and feast upon her soul. Do you say something? Or simply watch in horror and save yourself?
Unbidden, a tiny squeak escapes your lips.
For a split second, the world is still. And then your mother notices and pulls out your only weapon of defense - the only thing that can save your family from eternal damnation at the hands of this murderous beast. A vacuum. The deed is quickly dealt. It is over.
But an hour later, another beast, larger this time, with long evil legs and a fat evil body. You shudder with contempt and cry for help from your family, but alas, they have abandoned you to your horrible fate. Quickly, you shoulder the vacuum, trembling down to my leather high-heel boots, and fend off the horrid creature. Yes. All is dead. You have survived the ordeal.
You soon recover from your close brush with death. You shift your piano books, attempting to ignore the suspicion forming in the back of your mind. You know it - one is near. It's stalking closer, closer, clossseeerrr. You pick up a piano textbook, determined to ignore the bad feeling until it is right upon you and you spot the beast.
Suddenly, a piercing scream escapes your lips as the terrifying beast falls right out of your textbook and onto the keyboard only inches from your trembling fingers. Your family can only watch in horror, their saving attacks just a moment too late, as you crumble to the floor in agony. It is over - and you have died.
At the hands of the devious stinkbug.
The perfect calm of a Sunday night. Things are going great. You're preparing dinner with your family on the wonderful evening of January 31st, and then you see it. A dark shadow flits across your face. It is perched directly above your mother, as if to pounce and feast upon her soul. Do you say something? Or simply watch in horror and save yourself?
Unbidden, a tiny squeak escapes your lips.
For a split second, the world is still. And then your mother notices and pulls out your only weapon of defense - the only thing that can save your family from eternal damnation at the hands of this murderous beast. A vacuum. The deed is quickly dealt. It is over.
But an hour later, another beast, larger this time, with long evil legs and a fat evil body. You shudder with contempt and cry for help from your family, but alas, they have abandoned you to your horrible fate. Quickly, you shoulder the vacuum, trembling down to my leather high-heel boots, and fend off the horrid creature. Yes. All is dead. You have survived the ordeal.
You soon recover from your close brush with death. You shift your piano books, attempting to ignore the suspicion forming in the back of your mind. You know it - one is near. It's stalking closer, closer, clossseeerrr. You pick up a piano textbook, determined to ignore the bad feeling until it is right upon you and you spot the beast.
Suddenly, a piercing scream escapes your lips as the terrifying beast falls right out of your textbook and onto the keyboard only inches from your trembling fingers. Your family can only watch in horror, their saving attacks just a moment too late, as you crumble to the floor in agony. It is over - and you have died.
At the hands of the devious stinkbug.
Ii was reading it and I got to the dead part and i said,"nnooooooooooo!" and then I read the rest..."you did it again! first watermelons now stinkbugs!" my mom was in the living room with me.
ReplyDeleteMwhahahahaha I will make you care about everything, and then you'll let your guard down and start reading a story and be like "eh whatever it's probably a carrot this time" and then WAM ITS ACTUALLY PEOPLE MWHAHAHA!!!
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