Most families have that one object that seemed to pass from one generation to the next. In our family, it was a carpet my Gran had nicknamed 'Old Rus' - a carpet that was more than likely upwards of a center old. It was an ugly rust-red color with charcoal grey along the borders. It never seemed to go with anything that one owned, I'd know I've seen the stupid carpet in Gran's house and then in my parent's home when she moved in. However, now that Gran had passed, my parents were quick to drive the dusty old rug over to my house.

"Are you sure she wanted me to have it," I groaned as I leaned into the window of my parent's car. Both of them had smiled and nodded. Something was off about all of this… but, if it was really Gran's wishes I had to take it. Even if I absolutely despised that stupid carpet. The darn thing always seemed to trip me when I was walking close to it. "Whatever, thanks I guess. Love you."

With that, they pulled off and left me with my housemate, his little brother, and that stupid carpet. "Hey, Old Rus is still alive and kicking," my friend Zeke mused as his brother stood next to him staring at the carpet like it was some strange thing. 

"You know, if you want, I'll help you take that ugly thing upstairs into the attic."

"Come on, old Rus deserves more respect than that, he should be in the living room." Zeke grinned at me as I grumbled under my breath and helped him drag the stupid thing into the living room. I didn't like it, but I knew he was right…

For weeks the ancient rug laid in the living room, continually attempting to kill me at each turn. All until one night when me and Zeke, along with his siblings had fallen asleep after a long movie marathon. Like usual Zeke's brother had hogged our small couch leaving me and Zeke on the floor. 

Unaware that I was a good foot or so off the ground, I rolled over and came crashing to the ground with a loud thud. As I looked up I could see Zeke snickering from above. "Surprise, " he grinned as I glare up at him. "It's a magic carpet…"

"You knew about this!"

He simply nodded his head as he patted the carpet and it slowly lowered. "Ever since we were nine." I scowled as he laughed. "Rus was laying hints on you ever since then, Mark."

Zeke's brother must have woke in the middle of the event and simply smiled at the scene. "It's a flying carpet," His brother muttered. "Can we fly it somewhere, " 

"We sure can," Zeke mused as he rolled up the carpet and looked over towards me.  "Mark give me a hand getting this in the yard."

I scowled at my friend, but eventually decided to help him. "Fine."