Ok so last night I didn't get to bed until around 2 or 3 in the morning. I was exhausted and so ready to sleep in till 9, but apparently life had other plans for me. At around 6ish this morning I got a text, I was far too exhausted being as I only had fallen asleep a mere 2 hours earlier. Right before I fell back asleep someone was pounding on my door. I waited to see if they would go away but no. Life had it planned for me to not sleep. So moaning and groaning I got up and sulked to the door. When I opened it there stood my sister with the phone in her hand. "Brenda says she needs you at her house like now! it is an emergency!" My brain wasn't functioning so the word 'emergency' didn't really alarm me the way it should have. so I brushed it off and went back to my bed. By now I was BEYOND pissed off. I sat down on my bed and figured 'well I am up, might as well read that text now' I read it and then the word emergency flipped in my head here is the text I received:
"HELP THAT MONSTER THAT WAS IN GARAGE IS IN MY ROOM!!!!"
Now, I should probably give a bit of a background story so that makes more sense.
The beginning of the week I went over to my friends house to help her out with cleaning her garage, when we were in there we had to clean out a lot a LOT of dead mice. I mean, these little bastards were everywhere! Me and my friend are huge wusses so every time we would see one, we would shriek and scream and jump around, moving just one of these tiny dead things took about 10 minutes. They were all stiff and stinky and ugh! just thinking about them again is making me feel sick! We had to pick up about 10 of them. Well anyways, about the 'monster' While we were in there, nothing seemed out of the ordinary just a ton of crap in someones garage, normal stuff. But then when we weren't in there, we heard something moving, and it wasn't a mouse because this thing was knocking stuff over. At first we just thought it was their Rottweiler, but when we went out to check it out, the huge dog was huddled in the corner away from its blankets, obviously scared of something.We thought that was a little weird so we closed the garage door and hoped that whatever was in there would find its way out of the garage through the back door. and now we are caught up on what the monster from the garage is.
Well now back to today.
So I was running on 2 hours of sleep so my brain wasn't working, when she said that I didn't understand at first, I thought she was joking around like "omg there is a monster under my bed! come save me!" so, my dumb self replies
"Monster?"
so she says:
"that thing that was in garage chased me out of bed this morning it must b a rat"
and then I remember the whole 'monster in the garage' story that I just told you up there ^
so I sat back up in bed and started to very slowly get dressed so I could go up to her house and try to help her get the 'rat' out of her room. Now I don't know what got it into my mind that I was going to be of any use moving a live rat out of a room, I couldn't even handle moving DEAD mice!!! But I went over anyways to try and help...
I got there and she told me that it was under her bed somewhere and she closed the door, so it was trapped in the room. I look around every where and I don't see anything. I try to stay away from anything that it could be under because if that thing touched me I would probably vomit or faint or scream bloody murder! I very slowly got down on the ground and with a quaky hand I lifted the under skirt too her bed. Immediately I saw that there was a tear in her box spring anf the 'rat' had probably made itself a nice little home inside of it. so I got ontop of the bed and started jumping around hoping that it would startle it enough to draw it out of the box spring but when I started jumping around I heard either a throaty hiss, or a growl, so I froze, that definitely didn't sound like a rat. Then I felt the bed move, and this bed is a California king, so it isn't easy to just move around. I flip out and go darting from the room, slamming the door behind me. I heard a thud as I closed the door and knew that whatever was under the bed must have tried to come after me when I came off the bed. I jumped around screaming for a little bit after I came out of the room. Then proceeded to be horrified by even going close to that door for the next hour. So finding out that what was under her bed was in fact and a wild animal of some sort we decided to call Animal control.
Well come to find out! Animal Control doesn't deal with wild animals out where we live, and we had to call a 'private vector' as Animal Control called it. They sent someone out anyways though to take a look, just to make sure that there was nothing that they could do, but that just didn't make any sense to me seeing as if they already thought there wasn't anything they could do that they should have just given us the wildlife experts number for us to call instead of wasting their time looking under the bed and saying "Well I can't see anything, so here is the wildlife experts card, give him a call he should be able to help you." The only good thing that came out of him being there was that Brenda could go into her room quickly, feeling semi safe knowing an animal expert was in the house, to get some clothes.
The Animal Control guy left and we called the Wildlife expert. He charged $175 just to come and get the animal, not counting anything extra that he might have to use to lure it out. So that was out of the question, we didn't have the money to do that. So we had to figure out first off what was in the room and then how to get it out.
We ended up deciphering that it was either a raccoon or an opossum, though me and tif were possitive it was a demon monster from the depths of hell. (Tif is Brenda's daughter) I was so tired by now (around noonish) that my fear turned into nervous fits of hysteric laughter. Right around this time, I went insane, I dont remember everything that happened but I remember parts. First off me and tif sat by the door and named the Demon monster from hell, his/her name is Phillip... but not like happy sweet Phillip, you must say it in a deep menacing voice, it sounds much scarier and sinister then... Then another thing I remember was my dumb ass flipping Phillip off using both hands and stick them under the door, risking my fingers getting bitten off, luckily they didn't, but still.. it was a stupid move.
So the day ended without anything else exciting happening, but it is still in the room right now as far as I know, I shall update everyone on Phillip tomorrow, hopefully we get him out of there!
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