There’s A Secret Living In Our Library’s Basement, And Only My Mom And I Know The Truth
Mom and I were so excited to begin renovations that we didn’t even stop to think about how our library guardian would feel. We just assumed that it wouldn’t even notice, what with being stuck in the basement all the time.
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.
