4.03.2014

I'm waiting for Wendell.

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.

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