Shag Rug Monster: Part I
Shag Rug Monster: Part II
11:47pm. That night.
“What the hell…? Where’s the house!” cried Wendy as she squinted through the car door window on the passenger side. “It’s like a…a black hole…”
Rachel leaned forward, gripping the steering wheel, and strained to look past Wendy’s long mane of blonde hair.
“Move back, damn it–I can’t see!” she snapped, struggling to catch sight of Malissa’s house. “What the…?”
“See…? I told you. Malissa’s house is gone! What the fu–“
“Stop it, Wendy!” chided Rachel. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it’s there! We just can’t see it behind all that…that….”
“That what…! WHAT, Rachel?” Wendy snapped her head around, flinging a clear look of distress at her friend before whipping her gaze right again and jabbing her finger emphatically at the glass. “You tell me then–what the hell is that!”
Reflexively, Rachel opened her mouth to toss back some smart retort but quickly realized she didn’t know what to say. Her face contorted, silently conceding she didn’t know what she was looking at. Or wasn’t looking at.
“Come on, let’s go,” Rachel said, pushing open the driver’s side door.
“What…? Out there…?” Wendy croaked, whipping her head around and glaring as though she had just been asked to dip her big toe into a lagoon filled with writhing alligators. “You gotta be freaking kidding me! I’m not going over there!”
“Yes, you are, Wendy…and so am I,” Keep reading