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[sid] => 74242
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => the head in my fridge
[time] => 2004-12-03 08:48:09
[hometext] => ahh jebus this is creepy... i should be arrested fer thinking it up
[bodytext] => in the cold grey morning i get up from a sleepless night still shaken and stirred from the terror and fright i went to the fridge just hours before and what i had seen shocked me like never before for inside the drawer way in the back i saw something chilling and it made my bones crack for inside a bag was the head of a woman not just any woman but one too familiar and i thought she was dead until she talked to me she spoke plain english quite plain you see and i was taken aback so much you could say that i ran fifteen feet in the oppsoite way she said 'no come back!' and i felt assured that it would not hurt me no matter how ascure after all it was only a head and no hands with which to grab it had no feet with which to walk it seemed to me that she could on do one thing and that was talk so i walked right up and said to this head 'what are you doing, you should be dead' and it looked me in the eye and her eyes seemed to glow i could stare no longer though i should have for she seemed to grow she floated above the bottom drawer drawing ever closer to me i ran for the door she cut me off and her skin began to rot her hair did wither and her eyes glowed hot she said with a fury and wrath 'how dare you turn your back' i started to shake i started cry in fact i could feel a tear forming in my eye i turned around and grabbed a knife but the head knocked me and i fell in strife into my skin the blade cut deep then i realized this heads treachory no it could not grab you and it could not walk but it could charge you and it could talk the head pushed me over and i fell on the knife before i knew it i woke up by my wife so i walked to the kitchen to get a me a drink and as i stare at the fridge the whole time i think 'should i open this here door should i look in that there drawer?' my answer was no, for i was still shaken and i was still stirred and my goal of peaceful rest could not be detoured but as i turn around and go back to my bed i thought i heard something move in the fridge as i opened the door i saw the head and in its gruesomeness i cowered with dread i went to my wife to wake her up just too see that it was she whos head i had seen in the dream yes, my wife lay headless i was paralyzed it would seem i ran to the door and the head did not cut me off but instead outside i was faced by the cops now i am inside this white room it seems i did it, it seems im the loon in the end as you quite plainly see tho the head seemed like the monster the monster was me now if you'll excuse me, i must be off it is time for them to take me out for a walk [comments] => 3 [counter] => 215 [topic] => 59 [informant] => skraggs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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