I’m sitting on my bedroom floor; eating a bag full of Cheetos. Suddenly, my phone buzzed and the screen turns on. I pick it up and red the short, but strange, message.

“I’m inside your walls,” says A Menace.

“Who is this?!?!” I question. I think about everyone I know, who would send this?! Who would be called A Menace?!

“There’s only one way to find out,” I think. A grab a flashlight and hammer. After I devour a few more Cheetos, I go over to an empty space on the wall. With the hammer in my hand, I swing at the wall. It creates a small hole. I swing again and again until the hole is big enough.

I left my leg up and put my foot inside of the wall. I turn on the flashlight as I duck down and get the rest of myself inside. Shuffling through the tight space, I listen to the sound of screeching and giggling. That’s when I hear it.

“Hehehehe,” comes a voice. It’s clearly A Menace, as they call themselves. But who really is this, that’s what I wanna know.

I continue down the space and follow them sound of strange noises. As I put my foot forward, the ground suddenly stops. I gasp as I almost fall into a large hole. I quickly regain my balance and catch my breath.

“WHERE ARE YOU?!?!” I scream into nothing. No reply. Only giggles. I hear coming, but not from behind or ahead. From below. I know what I have to do.

I take a deep breath and walk forward, falling into the hole. I land in a wet, disgusting place. The smell is so bad, and the green water isn’t any better. That’s when it hits me.

“NO,” I screech.

“YES,” reply’s the voice.

“Oh, but why the sewers, why?! An-and could it be, could it be you?!” I turn on the flashlight and point it straight ahead. A brown cockroach smiles back at me. The country hat it always wears is splashed with sewer water. The roaches teeth are yellow with hints of find stuck in it.

“Hehehehe, hi there,” It says.

“Oh, of course it’s you. Terry the Country Cockroach. The crusty menace that can annoy anyone-and somehow make them your friends, too.”

“Your breath smells like Cheetos,” is all it said.

“No, DONT-“ I warn, but it’s too late. Terry runs up out of the hole and crawls out a wall. “TERRY-“

I find it devouring all the Cheetos. It lifts up the bag and opens its mouth wide, then dumps all of them in. “Mmm, tmastm.” It attempts to say.

“That’s it.” I tell Terry in a low voice. And, with a swift movement, I squish Terry.

“Good work,” says my dog, Klaus.

“What, you can ta-“

THE END. =D