I know she’s gonna be here anytime
now, cause that bitch of a monster Terry tried stealing my blanket the other
night. I can’t believe he’s back…probably never left. I’ve been thinking and I figured
it out, the bastard’s living in my attic! He’s the tapping I’ve been hearing—the
reason why the pipes are leaking. There was never a need to fear a poltergeist
(it’s such a relief to finally be able to say it!!).
I was confused for a bit, cause the
new place doesn’t have any baseboards, and I’ve peered into the space heater on
the stove way too many times to have not seen him. His gramma musta kissed then kicked him out. I bet he followed me home the night Tanya and I went investigating the
paranormal of Hillcrest. There was a familiar smell that night. And I just
remember running affright. Tanya stumbling right behind—the streets—ada, orteleva,
maynard, sisson, unit, cloud, gray—all the way home to gray.
Imagine me—afraid of the Blankie
Monster.
