Under the Rug

Under the Rug

Two weeks passed and it happened again. Granger had been sitting calmly, letting his eyes rest over the novel he was working on this week, when he felt something run past his feet.

He was jolted awake, and on his feet in seconds, looking about the room in a frenzy. His eyes darted from corner to corner without seeing anything out of the ordinary, but he refused to admit that what he felt was a fragment of his imagination. Strange things had been happening in his new household occasionally; it was driving him crazy. He couldn’t keep living with these things, he had to stop them, or at least find out the cause.

A light, giggling-like noise made him fling himself to the ground directly behind him. He wrestled with the rug, his hands flying from spot to spot where he saw the lump in the rug fly. It circled him once or twice before making its way towards the opposite wall. He sprang back to his feet and grabbed for the chair he had been sitting in. The giggling sound continued, taunting him, causing his anger to flare up greater than before.“You little…” he seethed thrusting the chair at the bulge in the rug. As quick as it had been the last couple of times, it was unable to outrun the tumbling of the chair.

Granger, breathing heavily from the adrenaline, looked down at the unmoving figure in the floor. He stared for several minutes, unable to pull himself from the sight. So many thoughts were running through his head. The troubles he’d had over the past month or so, and that everything was soon to come to light. He reached slowly into his pocket as he dropped to his knees and made his way over to the limp figure under the rug. Without any thoughts but his curiosity, he thrust the pocket knife into the rug and slit a hole just big enough to slide his hand in and retrieved the tiny figure.

It appeared to be a tiny human girl, about the size of one’s hand, but her skin was a bright green, and from her back, two eraser sized wings protruded. They were transparent with a glittery tint to them, and as Granger pulled the creature closer to him they flicked back and forth.

“What are you?” Granger breathed, his voice failing him. He brought the girl to his face for closer inspection, but before he had the chance her eyes snapped open. A shriek rose from her mouth, as she began kicking and throwing her arms around wildly to try and break free from his grasp.“Let go of me!” her voice cried. She twisted and wiggled and flung herself in every direction. Finally she fell limp, exhausted and breathing heavily, and glared daggers at Granger. Her eyes were filled with hatred and fury unlike anyone else’s. “The devil wears glasses,” she sneered, her face contorting into the nastiest of expressions.

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