lilithroleplays replied to your post:but honestly, my biggest fear is Penn Paperphone...
what the heck is a penn paperphone?
Let me tell you about Penn Paperphone. Once upon a time, there was a fair maiden and her wicked mother-- sitting around the fire { the tv } minding their own business. When suddenly A GODDAMN RAT THE SIZE OF AFRICA went scattering along the edge of our wall. We shrieked, we screamed, he went into my bedroom- never to be seen again. Except, we could hear him-- all throughout the night, he never fucking stopped.
So we went to a cabin my mom cleans, and stayed for three days. Put out a bunch of traps- poison, sticky pads, snap traps-- all of it. So we come back, thinking he'd be dead, right?
The fucker lived to see another day......... And four more following that. This goddamn asshole lived for eight days- EIGHT, and we only got to sleep in the cabin for three. Leave it to my mother, to tell me that since my bed sits low, the rat can probably crawl up onto my bed.... So I freaked. I already have sleeping problems to begin with, and each night- all I could hear was him rummaging around.... So I didn't sleep for three nights. Just stayed up-- listening to him, going half insane, scared out of my mind.
--But I talked about him so much that week, that I figured he needed a name.... As sleep deprived as I was, I took the first three items on my desk and made him a name from them. After eight days, we stopped hearing him- but our kitchen smelled like a dead rat for a few days, and we couldn't find a corpse....
Two years later, I still think about that piece of shit and its supernatural abilities each time there's a noise in my kitchen when it's after midnight.
---- And that, is the story of Penn Paperphone.
