Demon in the Mattress

Used furniture is never a good idea.

I told her that. I definitely, absolutely told her that. You have no idea what happened on that couch. No idea what kind of creepy-crawlies could be lurking inside that cabinet.

But, what does she do?

Does she listen to me?

No, of course not.

She goes out and buys a used mattress.

used mattress.

How the hell am I supposed to sleep? Huh? How can I sleep not knowing?

How can I sleep when the mattress moves?

How am I supposed to live with that? Continue reading “Demon in the Mattress”

Family Focused

“You know, if you think your house is haunted, it’s advised by our association that no children be allowed to live in the home,” I say nonchalantly.

“I know that,” the dad says, his voice tense.

“Hmm.”

I know I’m making him mad, but really, I’m the one who should be mad. What kind of idiot lets his daughter live in a haunted home? And a six year old, no less? What kind of dumbass move is that?

And now I not only have to worry about cleansing the house.

But I have to save the daugher too.

I sigh, a deep sigh that reaches out from my soul. Continue reading “Family Focused”