hbdanielley

__**Under The Rug**__
There was something under the rug on the 1st day of October. Two weeks passed and it happened again. Over and over Mr. Barns has been calling us about the "thing" that crawled under his carpet every 2 weeks at exactly 7:09 in the evening.

"The department is getting tired of this, Mr. Barns," I informed him. "There is nothing in your house. Are you sure that the death of your wife hasn't made you go whack?"

All I heard was a sigh from Mr. Barns. And that was it! End of conversation. He hung up on me - deputy of the Hartford County Police Department.

I decided to visit Mr. Barns' apartment in two weeks at exactly 7:09. I couldn't wait! . . . Two weeks later 7:09 . . . "Mr. Barns! Mr. Barns! Open up!" I yelled. Obviously he knew who I was, because he opened the door and rolled his eyes without even looking at me.

" What?!" He said. annoyed.

"THAT!!" I screamed on the top of my lungs.

Right there in front of me was a huge, 5 foot lump under the carpet. The "lump" came over and Mr. Barns and gave him a hug. . . "I guess my work here is done!"