I had to save Mom and Dad, so I opened the door and crept down the basement stairs.
I rounded the creepy curve.
Down the rickety steps...
Into the deep, dark domain of the monster.
And then, in the distance, I saw it. Waiting for its next victim.
I tried to run, but it moved so fast.
Like a blur.
I used the litter.
Then I got my first good look at the monster.
It was the terriblest, most horriblest beast in the world.
(I want to hide just thinking about it.)
I shouldn’t show you.
You don’t want to see.
It’s too awful. So awfully awful!
Even worse than I imagined.
But I have to.
You have to know. You have to be ready.
It looked like:
I ran for my life!
Up the stairs and around the corner.
I could hear it breathing, howling, snarling right behind me.
I barely got away.
I slammed the door shut just in time.
For now. But the monster is still down there. And someone is going to have to stop it.
It’s getting stronger.