Under The Rug Two Weeks Passed

It might be a ghost of an opossum or maybe it s a lump in the rug.

Under the rug two weeks passed. Missing in venice even with her mighty engines in reverse the ocean liner was pulled further and further into the canal. This is a harris burdick inspired short story so the picture isn t mine. The following are beginnings of stories constructed under the inspiration of the mysteries of harris burdick by chris van allsburg by students in children s literature class spring 1999. His briefcase lay open at his feet papers spewing from it covering the carpet sofa and coffee table.

Two weeks passed and it happened again. This house has been empty ever since my wife was murdered. Two weeks passed and it happened again. Inspired by the harris burdick picture.

Have you ever seen something crawling under your rug. Under the rug two weeks passed and then it happened again. Chills and shivers ran down my spine as i stared at the portrait of my beloved. Under the rug two weeks passed and it happened again.

Two weeks passed and it happened again. I never expected to see that obnoxious creature again after i chased him out last time. We are placing a rug in our master suite and the room is rectangular in shape 13 2 x 17 7 with a king size bed. Under the rug two weeks passed and it happened again.

I was just minding my own business staring at my daughter forever still behind the glass. The first time walt grace didn t know what to do. The picture is called under the rug and the caption is two weeks had passed and it happened again two weeks had passed and it happened again. He threw with all his might but the third stone came skipping back.

There was something under the rug. The bed is on the shorter wall because of doors and windows in the room. A strange day in july he threw with all his might but the third stone came skipping back. A lamp with a dying bulb sat on a small table in the corner it s flickering light casting a dying glow across the room.

Tabby was playing in the den when she came screaming into the kitchen where her dad greg was reading the paper. Or he was supposed to be. She died right in front of my eyes. No matter what he wants to get rid of it.

My mind has been filled with endless thoughts of paranormal thoughts in this old wrecked house. The man in the picture is trying to hit it with a chair. She was with the lord now and i was trying to reminisce in peace but that thing interrupted me. Under the rug two weeks passed and it happened again.

The rug once again began to rise. It keeps coming back so who knows what it is.