Old Man JonnyPantz

Just because ol' Mr. J Pantz can't take naps, he thinks that he can project his nambi pambi attitude on EVERYONE. By everyone, here, I mean me. "You're always asleep when I get home" he'll say, which really translates to, "I'm a damn ogre, and I didn't get to eat enough little kids at work today." Sometimes I lay in bed and I listen to Old Man JonnyPantz come home. I hear the metal clang of the door (slamming mind you) and the scruffy thuds of his loafers pounding against the carpet- step by step, until another slam! wooden this time, and I know he's in his room. He doesn't always go straight for his room, though. Sometimes he comes into my room, and watches me sleep. I know, trust me, I know. That's fine by me. At least then I know what he's doing. When he's in that dark room (dark because he never turns any lights on- he's kooky like that) I hear all sorts of weird noises... like he's building something in there. Yesterday I knocked to offer him some of the delicious pies I made, and I could hear him tearing at something... then the faint noise of a scream... a little goat scream. Today, before he got home from work, I went in to the lair. I tripped, of course, on the yards of wire he'd put in place to protect himself at night. What I saw in that room, what I witnessed in the back corner... well, I don't know... but I'm pretty sure I just shouldn't say anything. It's scary, though. It's scary. Anyhoo, I'm tired, I'm gonna go take a nap.