Creative Writing - Under the Rug

Under the Rug

By Lucy DeYoung

I am learning to entertain my audience.  

There was a man, a simple man, a man named Mark.. People would call him simple Mark or normal Mark., He lived a simple life in a simple house, in a simple town. He never did, or would never wear something too cool, too crazy, or too plain. You would think that a man so simple would be weird or creepy. He wasn't, not perfect, not strange… he was just… Simple.

After a simple day, mowing the lawn, doing the chores, all normal things that he did that most normal people would do.  However he did lack the absence of a yelling wife nagging or telling him what to do.  Because Mark did not have anyone else in his small house.  He was alone and got very depressed, but… Mark tried to keep a straight face and continue with his simple life, day in and day out.

After Mark had a long think about his life he was settling down to do what any simple man would do, skim through the paper. While Mark quietly was scanning the paper the ground started to shake, “AHH!” nervously he looked down, something was moving under the rug! Something was alive! Mark quickly sprang to the stairs, and then it disappeared. He thought he must of just been tired and longing for someone or even something to be in his house, so he casually walked off to bed to complete his simple bedtime routine.

Mark had forgotten about the strange object under the rug as he had woken the next day and completed again his normal routine.  Again, slowly sitting down to do his reading routine something jump up and pushed his chair over. “Ahhhh,” he screamed as he recalled the previous night, his body shaking as the shock took hold of him. This taunting experience continued repetitively over and over, days, weeks this creature has been mocking him from under the rug. Laughing, like its only purpose was to terrorise him. But the worse part was it became predictable, the visit from rug in a spiteful manner would appear every night on the dot at 8pm.

Again, 8 ’o’clock on the dot, it came back.. but simple Mark came prepared this time mentally,  he picked up his chair and threw it at the rug. CRASH, BANG, he was filled with great relief.  Until his scream broke,  “NOOO!!”  the object came back! Mark screamed with rage. It was like it was staring at him and using all his energy. Mark’s neighbors came racing over to see what was wrong. Arriving on his doorstep forcing their way in, they froze in their footsteps as Mark turned to them, with eyes of fire he came rampaging towards them as if he had lost all control.

They ran like frightened rabbits and called the police. Mark was taken to the asylum. Once cleared and paperwork sorted they escorting him to his property the following night. minutes before 8pm to collect a few home comforts, such as Mark’s books. Gasp, he looked uneasily towards the rug and the strange object was gone… had it been all in his head? Was he mad? Was he going crazy!? Well we will never know….