Hanger of the Cliff

1. Guck( coming up with a better title)

"HELPPPPP!," I cried as I see the huge monster of waste tracking me into the woodlands.

I wake up beginning my morning with a great long yawn, always forgetting what my dreams are. Whatever it was I can tell I was dead scared I mean I can tell by looking at this big wet spot on my bed. As I walk down the hallway to my bathroom I smell this nauseating scent. I really don't want to follow the smell but I don't want to live with it. I try to remember what day it is, and then I realize that it is Monday, which is TRASH DAY. I don't like trash day because 1. I don't want to take out the trash, but I do like it because 2. I won't have the house stinking.The odor did not come from the kitchen, but it is starting to become stronger. Until I see the basement door, that one room that frightens the fudge out of me. I go in the basement I hear the loud trickling water coming from the basement faucet. Then I see the trashcan, the problem is that the smell is so bad that I might pass out if I go any closer. So I go back upstair and get my heavy duty cleaning supply, but then when I went back downstairs I could not find the trashcan.

It has been so far two hours without finding the garbage can, wait... nevermind what is that green thing in the faucet. I remember about the runny faucet then I remember I don't have a faucet. So I follow the sound and I see the biggest guck on the ceiling. I really don't want to clean it but I must.

I clean the guck from the ceiling then I go to the floor. Then I see something moved. I try to forget it, but it was the guck that scared me rather than the fact that it moved in front of my face. Soon I start to pack up my stuff and I put the guck next to me. When I go upstairs I look outside and I see it looking dark. Then I remember that pick up starts at 8:00 a.m. "I can't believe that I am late," I wail so then I ask myself "What am I going to do with this stuff."

I leave the guck outside and I make myself some nice chicken alfredo, with bacon on the side and orange juice as my drink. As I was going upstairs I heard knocking on the door, so I look through the peephole, and I find nothing. I leave it alone and go back to sleep. In the middle of the night, I hear some kind of rustling out my window at first I thought that it was the tree branch. Then after ten minutes of the rustling, I looked out to check. I see the guck only this time it looked like a monster with a face.

The face I wish I could unsee, but once the guck saw me it broke the window and I ran out of my room. I passed the Kitchen and went through my door. Outside and into the woods, at first I could not find the guck but that was until it fell from the tree and landed on my foot. I shook it off and I kept running, and then "HELPPPPP!," I screamed as I see this big monster of trash following me into the woods. I ask myself " why does this seem so familiar"

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