Personal Narrative: Under The Rug

Under the Rug I just moved to a kid infested neighborhood. I was 18 so I had no interest in going outside and playing with the 12-14 year old kids. I thought it would be okay moving there, but they're so annoying, doing there kid stuff and writing skate boards which I've done myself and probably annoyed many people so I didn't tell them anything. Anyway my mom lives with me because step dad recently died. This house had been so weird, I don't know if it's me or like I said, the house. There's always weird noises and the weirdest part is that there is this rug that always appears in different places when I get home. My mom doesn't say anything about it because she has bad memory loss and always loses things. Someone needed to do something about this house or rug because i'm starting to get scared and lose it.
My first move was to do research on my house.
Why did my mom decide to move into a house where the owner didn't want to talk about it, but I think she moved here because we couldn't afford our old house because my step dad's source of income wasn't here anymore.When I typed in my address and the first thing I saw was tons of Wikipedia and websites on my house. I was shocked to see so many, when I clicked one way my jaw dropped like Pacquiao in the match vs Mayweather.. What I saw was disturbing, there have been many reports of family death in that house we lived in. Now it all made sense, that's why those boys would always call my house “That scary house on the block”. I needed to inform my mom about this right away, I wasn't looking forward to die. People said was a ghost others said it was a monster what every the hell it was, I knew I wasn't going to get in its
way. I also did research on how to stop a ghost and many people advised buying a dog because they can sense energy which are ghosts. So I did and my mom was ok with it after she heard about the whole situation. It is nothing big, just a small Chihuahua that is super cute. I told my mom if we could move rather than having to do all these things, but she said we couldn't because this was the only house we could afford so we had to face it. I was still very scared not wanting to alert any thing to me. But one day my dog was just barking and barking at this huge lump in the carpet that always moved. I was so scared because there could of been the creature there. As I moved the carpet to see what was under I heard a very loud noise I turned back and realized it was the kids and when I turned back the lump was gone. I didn't get to see, I was angry. Then I thought about it what a coincidence it was for the loud noise to happen right as I was about to lift the carpet. Anyway, Two weeks passed and it happened again, I saw the lump and my dog in the same place. It was like dejavu, I had to be prepared when the loud noise was going to strike again. There it was the noise, same as last time and I ignored it and lifted up the carpet. What I saw gave me nightmares. It's hard to describe it because I was terrified. I looked at it as it stared at me in an odd way with its one eye, sharp claws and, horns with sharp teeth. It was a demon which I thought. My dog tried getting it while I pulled it back. This thing literally flew in my room as the door closed so fast. I was so scared and told my mom everything of course she thought I was crazy, I knew I saw what I saw. I refused to sleep in my room so she let me sleep in her room because she saw how traumatized I was. I had the master bedroom so my moms room was small. I heard a noise in my room in the middle of the night, I woke my mom immediately to show her proof. She agreed to go check it out with me. What I saw in my restroom was terrifying and made me break down in tears. The view of my dog, skinned hanging from the shower pole. I wanted out immediately even if she didn't agree. She said we would stay at a hotel as she left my room to pack I heard her scream in pain. That thing I saw under the carpet was on her tearing her limb from limb so disturbing, especially as the thing yelling in a hatred voice. I kicked the thing off her but it was too late, her brains were everywhere, a huge bloody pile. The thing got back up. I tried to run out crying from fear and sadness. It was too much, I wanted to faint but I knew I couldn't. After seeing what that thing is capable of. The front door shut as I was running out.I tried to fight the thing and it clawed me in the face. As I was recovering, it got and top of me. This thing was so strong for its size. I tried getting up but it pushed my head down, put its hands on my chin and top of my head. I knew what it was going to do, try and break my, “SNAP”.