There’s A Secret Living In Our Library’s Basement, And Only My Mom And I Know The Truth

So, mom took an old cot that had belonged to my brother when he was a kid and set it up in the basement. I spent my days and nights down there, reading and feeding our little beast. It liked to curl up next to me, and it absolutely demanded that I pet it.

Although I enjoyed our time together, its behavior was so strange that I couldn’t stop worrying something bad was going to happen. My mother felt the same way, but what could we do? I mean, it wasn’t like we could call the vet and say, “Hey, would you come take a look at the giant monster that lives in our basement and eats the occasional rapist?”

Well, not that it was a monster to us. But we both knew the rest of the world wouldn’t see it in such a positive light.

So, I stayed with it, day in and day out. I made sure it was comfortable and happy. I gave it all sorts of new candy to try, and it seemed to enjoy our little adventures in taste-testing.

But as time went on, I began to notice something alarming.

Our library guardian was gradually getting bigger.




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