Everything was fine up until one day I saw the thing, I guess it must always have been their, its just I’ve never notice, but no its not one of those things. I mean have you ever-just stare at something not knowing what it is, but you want to find out, but can’t because you get a really bad feeling and you can’t even move like your feet are glued to the floor. I have, it was the thing, the thing under the rug, the thing that just stayed there, didn’t move, didn’t play, didn’t smile, didn’t really do anything just stayed there, just under the rug, but I guess that’s just how it is, you know the things that we cant see scare us a hole lot more then the things we can, the things like the monster under the bed or the goblin in my cupboard or even the elf in my book self, but I know what they are and what they look like, they do still scare me but its not like the thing under the rug. The thing under my rug is different, very different.
