One day I was reading a book called the “ Mysterious Monster”. When I flipped to the next page, I saw a gargantua monster sitting on a bench and suddenly it emerged out of the book. I was petrified as I did not know what to do. I jumped onto my bed and hid my face under the wrinkled quilt. I peeked a little and saw that I was not dreaming but this was a real monster. I slowly crawled my face out of my quilt and to my surprise the monster meant no harm. I asked the monster what his name was? He replied in a shrill voice as he was old, my name is Pebble. Ok, I said. Pebble had myriad long slimy tentacles, like an octopus emerging from all over his body. He was as huge as my father. Pebble was like a huge oval shaped egg. Almost like Humpty Dumpty except that instead of hands and legs he had tentacles. He had two sharp teeth which was as yellow as ripe bananas’ it had creepy eyes like burnt holes in the blanket. Pebble was as stinky as a pig sty. It was past his bedtime and he seemed exhausted from this little trip. So pebble bid me goodbye and went inside the book. Phew, that was horrifying but also a great experience.