Last Cali story of the night. Im all warm and tucked into bed when I hear blood curdling screams and a stampede of teens racing up two flights of stairs. Half dresses, half panicked I grab the closest metal object in my room. A big ass candle holder. Silently shitting my pants thinking of a plan to attempt to have to save children from some mass murder who has some how entered our home despite our security system. I take a deep breath, run down the hallway to meet them all screaming, Wood tick, get it off, get it off!! It took everything in me not to beat them all with the metal candle holder. Wood tick is dead, my heart rate is half normal and all the little freaks are tucked into bed. ~Jess~
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 05:59:12 +0000
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