•COOKIE MONSTAAAH is completely my own piece of work!•
I hear a bang. It sounds like its coming from the Living Room. Is it my imagination? Or is it ACTUALLY Father Christmas? I normally sleep through Christmas Eve night. It just doesn't make sense. I sit up. It's definitely not my imagination. I turn on my bedside lamp and slip my feet into my grey fluffy slippers. I grab my pink silk robe from the back of my door and put it on. I slowly open my door and peek down the dimly lit hallway. Nothing. I slowly creep down the stairs and when I get to the Living Room, I can't believe my eyes. It's not a robber. It's not mum or dad. It's not a squirrel and it is certainly not Father Christmas! It's the last person/thing that you would expect it to be. Yes, right before my eyes is the Cookie Monster, gobbling up all Father Christmas's cookies and milk. I hear a thump coming from the stairs, yet my eyes are still transfixed on the horrific sight in front of me. The thumping gets louder and soon enough, I realise what it is. My little brother, Kyle, had heard all the commotion too so he came down to investigate. Soon enough I heard it. The shriek. I heard a little voice behind me shout what I was expecting all along. 'COOKIE MONSTAAAH!!!'
• This is my first story, and yes, it is meant to be a short story!! Please keep in mind that I thought of this off the top of my head!! Comment, vote, etc. •
