SATAN DOG

Last night we drove down to the long beach house. Everything was dark and peaceful. We turned off the house alarm and walked into the darkness. We go upstairs and unload our backpacks into Nick's room. Nick goes downstairs to get bags out of the car and all of a sudden I hear an intense rattling sound coming from the far end of the upstairs hallway. More rattling and some jangling and some whimpering sounds.

"um...Nick?"
"what?"
"I think there's a zombie in Ann's room."
"Oh, that's just Karen's PURSE DOG"


appropriate for 6/6/06, no?