Scary Hairy Monster Short Story

realizes that she may have forgotten where the house really was, after she got the kids excited

With the feeling of extreme terror, she runs out of the car looking for help. As she is racing as fast as she can, she thinks about running up the stairs trying to help her mom.

Gathering up what courage she could, the child removed her blanket and allowed her feet to meet the cold, hard floor. The sobbing grew more distinct with the decreasing distance between the girl and the dark underbelly of the bed. Hesitantly, she stretched her arm out under the bed, for it was too dark to try to take a peek. Shaky fingers met with a wooden object, a box. It had not been there before, she was sure.

Looking at the floor she sees it start to rip apart right down the middle. "Hurry up!!" she yells to her parents fear lacing her voice. "We're ready to go" Roxanne yells back as she jogs over to her daughter. Just as her dad reached them, they were knocked to the ground as the right half of the house disappeared. Roxanne began sliding toward the gaping chasm that had swallowed half of the house. Artemis and her dad grabs her mom just as she slides over the edge. Pulling her up onto the narrow strip of flooring, Soren checks to make sure he didn't lose any ammunition as his wife catches her breath. "Come on. We can climb out my window into the oak tree if we hurry" Artemis quickly says to her parents while trying to catch her breath. " Alright, let's go then" her dad responds back. Grabbing a hold of the door frame, Artemis pulls herself into her room and reaches back around to help her parents. Closing the door behind them she picks up the rest of her survival gear that had slid into a far corner. Noticing something moving under her bed, she walks over and bends down to look at it. She finds that it's her cat, Lucifer and her mom's little chihuahua, Juanna. Picking them both, up she hands her mom the dog while stroking her cats' back. Meanwhile Soren had walked over to the bay window and was busting out the glass. Taking a piece of rope off the closet door, he hooked it into the

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

The sun peeked its face out on the Canadian wilderness. The light reflected beautifully off the snowy mountains. In fact, the whole wilderness here was covered in a blanket of snow. The snow was littered in fallen pine needles, pine cones, and the footprints of rabbits, wolves and deer. Branches of leafless trees were bending from the snow resting on them. Near one of the trees a bull moose was sharpening his antlers on the trunk, the sharp prongs easily piercing through the bark. When the moose got finished, it soon broke into a sprint when it caught an unfamiliar scent.

Out of nowhere she smelt something smokey coming from the vent, she had no idea what it really was. Then smoke started coming through the vent and she could now tell that there was a fire going on in her house. Surena was having a panic attack because she couldn’t get out of the chair. She was coughing and she couldn’t breath, she was even crying.

Underneath the stairs, the kitchen shook from the vibrations of Monica's feet as she made her way to the second floor. Her father's

They saw a creature in the window. They went closer. Paige got scared but falisha took her in the house. The door slamed shut. The breeze scared daphnee. The creature was saying wierd things and slammed a chair in jashise. She cried from the stinging pain from the chair. The girls wanted and tried to get out, but they couldn’t. The door was locked shut.

She hurried away from the window, fearful that the thing would look up and see her watching. She scurried into the closet and closed her eyes, praying that it wouldn’t get inside. The girl heard feet hit the floor near the window and knew it had entered her tower. She peeked out through the slats in the closet door and gasped at what she saw.

She finally drifted off to sleep. She woke with a startle, then when she opened her eyes there was a bunch of monsters at the door. So she unlocked the door and let them in. They all demanded a room she told them all my rooms were full they started to flake away. She screamed “stop”they all

     They looked over at me and started to get me out, but the looks they had as they looked at me the look they gave me were weird I looked down and saw that my left leg had been ripped right off.as they ran away in fear I saw Marley come over to me she whimpered and tried to get me to stand up. I stared

Shoes, shoes, shoes. All day every day. New shoes. Old shoes. Sneakers, boots, sandals, flip flops. Running over top of me.

She ran to the middle of whatever was still standing in her house and started to cry. She got on her knees and thought that everything that was once hers was gone in an instant. She cried and cried, until she found no more use. Then, once her eyes started to clear up, she spotted something.

“Oh my god! Can I touch your hair? It is so cool.” This is an example of the types of questions my friend KT is asked on a regular basis. In fear of seeming rude, she always allows it without complaint even though it makes her uncomfortable. Instead of being honest, she sits, allows herself to be poked and prodded, and holds her own thoughts hostage within her mind. She wonders if the girl has really never seen hair like hers before. She wonders why the girl has such a zealous desire to touch her hair; what makes it so enchanting? Unfortunately, I was not being completely honest when I said that KT receives questions like this on a regular basis. I did not reveal a critical piece of information that follows that statement: she was not asked questions like this before attending Roger Williams University.