Under the Rug
by Nicolas

Mr. Charles was watching the 5:00 news in his living room like he always does when he gets home from work. He sat in his favorite wooden chair that was right next to his bookshelf. A lamp sat on an end table in the corner. Three pictures of trees hung on the tan wall above the lamp. The air was filled with the smell of turkey cooking for dinner.

Suddenly, the rug by his feet was moving. Mr. Charles looked down to see what was hitting him. He didn’t see anything. "It is just my imagination," Mr. Charles thought. He continued to watch the news. All of a sudden, the rug was hitting his feet again. "Ok, I know that wasn’t my imagination," he said out loud. Then Mr. Charles fell out of his chair and saw a bump in the rug. Then the bump went out the door.

Two weeks passed and it happened again. Mr. Charles was getting ready for work when he saw the bump. Mr. Charles picked up his chair and whacked the bump, but it didn’t go away. It ran from the living room to the bedroom. Mr. Charles lifted the rug and came face to face with a tarantula. Mr. Charles sprayed the tarantula with bug spray. The tarantula ran in circles, and then it twitched and died.

Mr. Charles was thankful that the tarantula was gone and dead. He hoped that a tarantula would never come into his house again.

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