Under the rug

This is a story I wrote based on a picture and a story stater. We had no learning intention, that's why I didn't include one. I am happy with my work and hope you enjoy it.

Under the rug

Two weeks past, It had happened again. He thought it was a dream like the last time. A recurring nightmare but no, this was too real. Bob was reading his favorite book before this happened. Just like his nightmare. Under the Persian rug he found  something was moving. It scurried all around the place, never revealing itself. Panic burned through Bob as adrenaline flowed through his veins. He picked up his chair and started stabbing it into the rug, hoping to catch the monster below. It scurried under the table, knocking it over. The lamp fell and the tablecloth was ripped to pieces by the falling glass shards that were once a lampshade. He tripped over the table legs and landed face first on the ground. Bob’s head hurt as he attempted to pick himself up. The thing under the rug rushed towards him. He rolled out of the way, grabbed the thing and exposed it. A mouse. It was a mouse this whole time. Bob started laughing as he realized that it was only a mouse terrorising him for the last few minutes. The mouse was struggling to get out of Bob’s hands whilst he was shaking with laughter. He took the mouse outside and watched it scurry into the city, never to be seen again.