Narrative+-+Toilet+Monsters

It was Wednesday and my Mum had told me to walk home with my younger sister, Molly. She is a baby, she’s only six. Molly can’t do anything on her own. She is a real big goody-two-shoes. An angel. She even looks like one, long blonde hair tied up in two piggie-tails, big blue round eyes, and the sweetest little voice. Well me, I don’t like her one bit. Anyway, Mum had strictly told us to come straight home because at 4pm that afternoon we were going out to a restaurant for Grandpa’s 84th Birthday. School finished at 10 to 3 so that was not a problem at all.

Half-way home, Molly stopped and said, ‘Ooh, David, I’m busting for a wee!’ She always did something like this to me when we were in a hurry. The public toilets were 100 odd metres or so behind us. So I asked, ‘Have you ever been to those toilets just behind us?’

‘No.’

‘Perfect,’ I thought to myself.

‘David, I’m really busting for a wee!!’ She complained.

‘Well,’ I started. ‘You should wait until we get home because there are toilet monsters in those toilets. They are big, with big, swirling, blue, green, yellow and black tummies and eyes! When you look into them, they spin around, like an illusion! And, and, they have toilet paper wrapped around one foot. When you sit down, they, bite you on your…feet!’ I exclaimed, getting a little excited with myself.

‘ON MY FEET?!!’ she screamed. Horrified, Molly ran all the way home. I had to follow her. As soon as she burst through the door:

‘MUM!! Is it true, are there really toilet monsters in the public toilets? Are there, are there, are there?’ she shouted, puffing most of the way, making it hard to understand her.

I knocked on Molly’s door. I could hear quiet sobs. ‘Who is it?’ I heard Molly answer.

‘It’s just me, I’ve come to apologise.’ 5 minutes later, I walked out of Molly’s room, feeling bad about the lie I had told. Mum had already explained that there was no such thing as monsters, and that I was grounded for two weeks, but she still didn’t cheer up.

‘Time to go!’ I heard Mum shout.

‘Time to Go? I’m not even ready yet!’ I thought. I quickly chucked on the suit that Mum bought me and neatened up my hair. I raced out the front, and jumped in the car. That’s when Molly first saw the monster.

I was telling Mum how I’d only told Molly about the monsters because I knew we were in a hurry and I thought that she’d be upset if we were late. When I’d finished Mum pulled over about 300 metres behind the public toilets. ‘Enough nonsense! In the back now please.’ Puzzled, I jumped in the back, so she didn’t get angrier than she already was. We drove off silently. Not a word was said, until that is, Molly screamed. Mum slammed the breaks on. ‘What is it sweet…’

‘THEY’RE COMING TO GET ME!! THE MONSTERS ARE COMING TO GET US!’ she interrupted. I looked out the window. And there it was. A toilet monster. Just like I had explained to Molly. Toilet paper and all! It was so scary.

The next thing I knew, Mum was gently shaking me. ‘David,’ she said. ‘Are you awake?’ I opened my eyes and saw Mum, Molly, and a doctor. I opened my mouth to ask, when Mum said that I had fallen over and bumped my head. Molly had got my mobile and rang Mum to come and pick us up, Mum had then rung the ambulance. THE END

BY SARAH MACNMARA