Two weeks ago Dagrun woke up on a stormy night. On his couch he was about to go to bed, but then he noticed something strange. He saw a lump, Dagrun being a carefree person did not really care, so he went to bed. He woke up the next morning and it was still there. As well as it being still there it got bigger. Seeing this as a potential problem he kicked it and the thing died. He picked up his rug and saw it was a mouse. Finally, glad to get that over with he went on with his day. Nothing unusual happened for two weeks until. Dagrun was done shopping and was in his car. After about thirty minutes he got home. He saw the lump back and wondered how it was back. He kicked it again but nothing happened. Confused, he picked up his wooden stool and hit the creature with it, yet nothing happened. Finally he jumped on it and it appeared to be dead. After lifting up the rug to look at the thing. He found out it was a hideous reckledier. So the legends are true, he thought. People said that once this thing attacks you it will never stop until you're gone. Before he knew it, it was too late the thing was on his face. He thought well this is how it ends, before it scratched his face.
