Bigfoot Monster Creative Writing

Bigfoot Monster It all started on one bright Saturday morning. It seemed that I would have great day was ahead, or so I thought. I had just woken up and was still lying in bed when I heard the sound of heavy footsteps. They weren’t normal footsteps though. They were heavier and louder, as if they weren’t human. I was frozen in fear and tried to process my thoughts to what I would do if the thing came to my room. The footsteps kept getting louder and louder. What should I do? The next thing I know the footsteps stopped. Everything in the house was silent. I gathered all the courage I had and decided to get up and look to see what it was, or if it was gone for that matter. I cautiously tiptoed to the door. I opened it a crack, just enough for …show more content…
Stomp, stomp, stomp, it started up again. But the footsteps weren’t getting louder this time. They were getting more distant. It was then that I realized it turned the other direction and was going downstairs and not after me. I got up out of the closet and jumped back in bed. I covered myself in the blankets and tried to convince myself that this was just a dream. After pinching myself multiple times, I came to and looked at the time. It was 10:00, which is the time I normally get up. That was a weird dream, I thought to myself. I can’t wait to tell my dad about …show more content…
My dad was probably trying to make us breakfast, when Bigfoot smelled it and wanted some. Not the bacon! How could Bigfoot do this to me? I was so distracted by the sizzling sound of bacon that I almost didn’t hear the shriek that came out of my dad. Still standing at the bottom of the steps, I peered around the wall to the left, just so I could see the kitchen ahead. There was Bigfoot eating my dad alive. I don’t know which was more horrifying, the fact that the bacon was burning to a crisp or that my dad was getting eaten alive by Bigfoot. It didn’t want the bacon, it wanted my