“Hi, Papa, I’m gonna go to chess class. We are running late!” My son's voice came from the bathroom.
My son, Jaden, was eight years old, a shy, quiet boy, who was cool among all his classmates and good at writing in his English class. Therefore, he got some attention from his friends and classmates who appreciated his writing. He had very dark, brown hair that looked exactly like his mom’s hair color, big blue eyes like mine, and a little chubby face, though the rest of him was kind of skinny. Now, he must be really excited to go to chess class; this is his weakness-whenever he got excited about something, he had to pee more than three times an hour.
“All right, get your butt on the car seat and buckle up,” I yelled to him while I was changing my clothes.
I heard the turning sound of the doorknob. That must be my parents coming back from a trip in Florida. I called my mom's name, but nobody answered. So I went to the front door to check. When I passed the kitchen, I took a glance into my son's room. The door was open but he was not in his room. Another sound came from the dining room. I went to the dining room and found Jaden lying on his stomach, sneaking under the dinning table. However, I could not see his head for the table cloth was so long that it covered half of his body. “Jaden, get out. What are you doing there?” “Bang” his head hit on the dinner table for he was shocked by me.
“I told you Papa. There is something under the rug.”
My parents were shocked, especially my mom, who was screaming like a baby.
She put her right hand on her chest. “Oh, Jesus! My heart is gonna pop out. Eric, do something, I don’t want to see it again. Do you wanna kill me?”
I guess I had to believe in Jaden, because I did not know how to explain what was going on. What was under the table? We moved the dinner table to check it out, but the rug was as dead as an antique. It was gone. Perhaps it afraid of us.
I stood at the edge of the rug, ready to give my bat a final swing. When it came to me, I hit it continually, more than ten times. I heard the crack sound, like when the egg was cracking. The bump was gone. I took a deep breath, but this was not the end. A few seconds later, more bumps came. They moved and jumped like popcorn, and I got knocked off my feet. Then, the bumps gathered together, making the rug move, and they carried me to my bedroom. When the bumps dropped me, landing with a big “thud,” I finally was able to open my eyes to see, but I was totally shocked by the scene. It was my ex-wife’s house behind the door.
Jaden avoided talking with me after this incident. Instead, when I tried to talk to him, he screamed at me loudly. That was a nightmare.