Iowa Writes

SAVANNA SNEAD
The Beast


Ever since I was ten I have been afraid to go to my grandparents' house.
I remember one particularly horrifying day when I was forced to spend the night there.
My mom opened the screen door and knocked hard on the cruel red wood door.
My grandma opened the door and smiled. It was terrifying.
Her yellowish-green teeth glowed in the moonlight, her eyes were squinty, and I swear they were turning black!
I half expected to see the numbers 666 appear on her wrinkled forehead!
I clung on to my mom but she pushed me away into the hands of evil.
"No! Don't leave me here! I don't want to die!" I screamed, but she just walked away.
My grandmother shut the door and locked all eight locks.

Ever since I was ten I have been afraid to go to my grandparents' house.
I remember one particularly horrifying day when I was forced to spend the night there.
My mom opened the screen door and knocked hard on the cruel red wood door.
My grandma opened the door and smiled. It was terrifying.
Her yellowish-green teeth glowed in the moonlight, her eyes were squinty, and I swear they were turning black!
I half expected to see the numbers 666 appear on her wrinkled forehead!
I clung on to my mom but she pushed me away into the hands of evil.
"No! Don't leave me here! I don't want to die!" I screamed, but she just walked away.
My grandmother shut the door and locked all eight locks.
"It's feeding time," she said in her scratchy voice.
She led me into the kitchen and pulled off my only protection from evil, my coat, and hurled me into a cold wood chair.
There it was. The monster.
Its titanium skin gleamed in the yellow light. Its sixteen eyes flashed red. The monster's mouth was wide open and I could see its glassy tongue.
My grandma pulled open the white refrigerator door, reached in, and grabbed a frozen cheeseburger.
What would she do with it?
She placed it on a plate and on the beast's tongue.
Ugh! She was feeding it.
She pushed on its eyes and it screamed in rage and pain!
What evil and madness was this?
She closed its mouth and touched another eye.
"Mmmmm," went the beast as it fed.
I sat paralyzed in my seat.
After a minute or two of shock, the beast roared loudly three times and my grandmother opened its mouth and took the cheeseburger out of the beast's mouth.
Disgusting!
She set the plate down in front of me and smiled again.
"Enjoy, my little angel," she cackled.
I was sure she had fallen off her rocker and could not get back up!
I poked it. Ugh! It was soggy and damp from being in the beast's mouth.
I picked it up and sunk my teeth into it.
Well, it could have used some ketchup, but oh well!

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SAVANNA SNEAD

Savanna lives in Cedar Rapids. She enjoys reading, riding her bike and hanging out with her mom and friends. Savanna dreams of becoming a president, judge, lawyer, writer and actress.

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on April 17, 2006

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