creepster at grandmas house
wait until you meet the creepster my grandpa said
grandma came around the corner
that was the end of this conversation
what did he say to you?
nothing, I replied
it seemed like a secret
I spent six days on the farm before the creepster approached me
I could not tell by the voice if he was a he or a she
remember Big Bird’s voice? it sounded like that
he/she wanted all kinds of attention for me
I went about my business, feeding the chickens and lambs
ignoring the creepster for about forty minutes
Then he/she/it pulled my hair
that’s when I took the creepster down on the ground
landing hard on nothing; an aberration is not solid.
I felt more fearful of this entity after that.
I saw the creepster on and off for years; we were never friends.
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