“AHHH!” I shrieked.
“Scaredy cat, scaredy cat,” my little brother Tejpal bellowed.
He had sprung out from behind my door and scared the living daylights out of me. A mixture of fear, confusion, anger shifted through me, but it was all replaced by the need for revenge. Laughing merrily, Tejpal walked out of my room not acknowledging the dark look I was giving him.
“Just you wait, brat,” I muttered.
Like any other teenager of my age, I was mindlessly browsing the internet when I came across a fake newspaper article. It described a strange animal that was known to lurk in the closets of little boys and pounce out in the dead of night only to drag them to their door. Around 8pm, I confidentially strolled over to Tejpal’s room, which smelt of dirty laundry, old lunches and recently sprayed febreeze, and hid my sly smile, by turning it into a worried expression before handing him the article.
“Oh my lawd Tejpal, look at this!” I said in a frightened tone.
“What is it?” Tejpal asked curiously....