Personal Narrative: The Lockness Swimming Chair Monster

The rain. The hurricane. That’s where it all began. The rain was so heavy that the whole city was flooded. Not just “get your shoes wet” flooded, no, more like Noah’s Ark flooded. And this right here litterally poured fear on all walks of life. For the Lockness Swimming Chair Monster has been waiting centuries for humans would be held captive by its natural habitat. As dusk began to set it, the Lockness Swimming Chair monster, or LSCM for short, began its hunt. Its first victim, a 7 year old girl, desperetly tried to swim away but would never make it back home. It was tragic to witness. Its first taste of blood and now it craved more. As the city saw no hope, the mortality rate continued to rise. Who was to save them? Well.. That would be me.
But I thank God because I could’ve been dead. I make my gourmet 5-star dry ramen noodle breakfast before preparing my plan. I look threw the window to see the waters stained with blood. I cringe at the thought of these families who’s last names won’t continue generations, the widows with their chirldren, that 7 year old girl. Now I’m angry and determined to destroy the LSCM and send it down the pits of HELL. My plan is finally complete and ready to be executed the next day. I go to sleep, M-16 in hand, praying I survive another night. The next morning I skip breakfast as I am too anxious to finally kill this terrorizing monster once and for all. I place the C4 and grenades in their places. We’re about to have a pyro show. I leave the house and swim to a distance where I can begin the plan. Dusk arrives and I distinctively hear the deep growl of the LSCM. I hear screams in the near distance and prepare my self for it is close. I look over the horizon to see the LSCM in the distance. Its time. I begin frantically waving my arms and yelling in order to get the attention of the LSCM. In the back of my mind I think theirs always the possiblility of this plan not working but then again failure isnt an option. Im a soldier and soldiers never quit. The LSCM sees me and immediatley seeks satisfaction of its hunger. As it charges toward me, I take a deep breath and swim underwater and swim swiftly towards the front door of the house. The LSCM is a couple hundred feet away from me but its moving fast. I race up to the attic door where I anticipate the LSCM to follow me. I grab the handle to push threw but it wouldn’t budge. I used all my strength to no avail and that’s when I relized that I set the rest of C4 right on top of the door. I couldn’t even be mad at myself because the LSCM just charged threw the house and headed right for me. With two seconds to spare, I strategically guided his momentum towards the