Stephen King : The "IT" is in my kitchen

Stephen King : The "IT" is in my kitchen



It just sits there,

just around the corner of my kitchen.

The kitchen,

home to so many fond memories

good hearty meals,

laughing while cleaning up,

tripped when mopping the floor (hahaha..attempt to breakdance..how smart)

but now dark and lonely and avoided

because if I go in the kitchen,

I just might see "it".

Standing there.

Growing bigger,

more terrifying and

a little more incomprehensible each day.

Until one night,

I decided i couldn't take it anymore

that i must face "it",

and storm into the kitchen with guts of rambo

with a physique of dumbo the elephant.

I switched on the light and

turn towards the desk,

where I can finally see,

in the bright overhead lights,

there "it" was with its mighty intimidating fangs

gnawing on my precious apple crumble left-overs.

(i was about to eat that though).

Then,

it sensed my annoying presence and

there we were,

staring into each others eyes

I could sense such unrequited rivalry.

The odds were immensely against me but

I knew there was no turning back.

Somehow,

my legs seemed to be glued to the spot and

cold sweat began dripping.

The sudden eruption of power as it flew towards my direction

as it charges.

I ran screaming/squeling from the kitchen and into my room,

praying it won't enter in,

terrorizing me.

Sleeping in fear with my blanket being the only source of "protection".

Well,

that's how my life used to be.

A monstrous struggle to deal with the mighty

king of fear,

our "friendly" neighbourhood cockroach.

haha

Don't let things get out of hand.

Use shieldtox.

=)