Harold was beginning to get angry with the mysetrious lump under the rug everytime he would hit it with the chair it would reappear somewhere else. Whenever he would lift up the rug nothing was there he was beginning to think he had gone mad. He swung the chair over and over but everytime it had come back. Sometimes it even mocked at him.
Harold was frightened but he ws trying to hold his ground against whatever was after him.
"Dangnamitt! Go away you bloody ghoul go away!" Harold yelled. He thought maybe the lump was a ghost and he wasnt to fond of that idea.
He yelled and swung the chair even more. He was determined to get rid of whatever it was bothering him if it was the last thing he'd done.
Too bad for him it was the last thing he'd done, as a full bodied person anyways.
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