One stormy day, I was sitting on the couch watching the football game on T.V.  When the game was almost over, the power went out.  I looked down at the rug and I saw a small lump.  The lump started moving and growling. I got under a small, cozy blanket and started screaming.  It got closer and closer.  I darted to my room and locked the door.  I picked up my phone and dialed 911.  I shouted into the phone, “There is something under my rug but I don’t know what it is!”  He told me he would get there as soon as he could.  Ten minutes later, the cop was there.  He investigated the whole house.  He told me I had a big imagination and left.  “I guess I’ll have to catch it myself,” I muttered. Two weeks passed and it happened again.  I was watching T.V. with a net in my hand.  A lump grew into the rug.  I gripped the net and threw it over the lump.  I crawled under the rug and grabbed it.  When I got out, I realized it was just a small, fluffy dog.  It bit me and ran away.  I guess I got scared for nothing.